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When I was a young kid we moved and in the rafters in the garage I discovered an 8-9' wood rod, I think it was cherry. It was stiff like a long, heavy pool cue and sort of crudely put together by today's standards, home made and way too heavy for a 10 year old. I caught he!! because when I decided I wanted to be a fisherman, I climbed up on the roof of my dad's car to get it, but I was allowed to have it. Somewhere I got an old conventional reel that was held on by two rings and that was my first setup. Unfortunately, one day it just disappeared, but I remember it vividly. I guess you always remember your first!!!
Fast forward to modern day and time travel back to the mid-50's. I'd like to have that exact rod back and fish the Outer Cape moving from spot to spot and catching a nap in an old milk truck converted for the beach and carrying fishing tackle.
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