My father and my uncle. Dad has always been a meat fisherman leaning towards shiners now a days because of his age. I was the one who turned them on to lures when I was a kid. Rapala's have always been very very good to me.
Rebels were ok, too - the darn lips use to fall off after a while and had to be re-glued (mid 1970's)
Dad would go out fishing for bullheads in Lynn after he got out of work around 10 pm (his friend drove, we didn't have our own car). My uncle would take me down to Muddy River and the Charles.
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