When my grandfather passed away a few years ago, I had the task of cleaning out the basement. While down there, I found an old tackle box (sewn closed from rust) which he had as a child fishing with his dad.
We were giving stuff away to the Salv Army and such and some guy caught sight of the box and lures and just about had a heartacttack. I offered them to him for free but he insisted on paying me $100 for them. That seemed awfully nice, but I see he probably got the better of the deal. Oh well.
I did manage to keep a few of them. I should see what I have.
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