Wood paneled walls, comfy leather chair, fishing poles, cycling stuff, shelves of books, tool box. Yes indeed! -Tony
Leather sofa, leather chair. And several feet of LPs and hundreds of CDs. A cigar humidor, BUT SHE WON"T LET ME SMOKE IN THE HOUSE. Also the little refrigerator failed, so life ain't perfect.
That's a very nice looking creel. What's the poop on those cane fly rods? And the banjo mandolin? Best,Rick M.
The flyrods are just old split tonkin rods. Probably pre-war. On a wall not photographed hangs a split cane, agate eyelet bait-casting rod & reel and spoon - all with pat. dates from 1920 to 1924. I think that's pretty cool. All of the fishing things are either family pieces or from Joe Kooevnig, who was the husband of our long dead neighbor. I also have his fishing hat. I'm a whisker from 66 and it's still older than I am.
Actually the casting set-up is above the lamp. The unseen wall is the one with more flyrods.
Thanks. I still flyfish sometimes with my old man's 8' Orvis Wes Jordan, (built by WJ hisself) and I also have 40's-era Leonard which I have not used in many years. I love the way fishing with cane slows everything down. Rick M.
I really don't know much about vintage rods. I could check for brands I suppose, but it wouldn't make any difference. At some point I may have to give them to someone, but they will never be sold.
A humidor! (I knew I was leaving something out) A trophy boar's head would cinch it!! -Tony
I ain't much for dead fish and animals hanging on the wall.
Maybe a mastadon tooth?? (It's so dead it hardly counts as dead) -Tony
funny you should mention that. Among other ventures the Old Man had three gravel pits(quarries). They found a three foot section of a mammoth tusk, which would be uber cool. Unfortunately it was donated to the local historical museum.
Straight out of "Grumpy old Men" Where's Jack and Walter?
When the Old Man got old and rummy- eyed he looked a lot like a larger version of Jack Lemmon. He even got rid of his new Buick Electras every other year for a vintage gold Chrysler, similar to the one in Grumpy, except it was a 2-door hardtop - actually a pretty classy car. And he did have an ice house. Coulda played himself.
I see the McLean has its place of honor. When is came to Buicks I alway liked the Wildcat convertible. But the deuce and quarter was a solid ride.
Buicks: My grandfather was a rice farmer in south Louisiana. In the early 1950s they found oil and gas on his property, then he was a rice farmer with oil and gas royalties. My dad said he went from a ratty Chevy to a new Buick. Every fall when they'd come visit us in NM, they'd have a different new Electra. It was like that until he couldn't drive any longer.
My father bought a new Buick every two years. They were always a light yellow with a brown top. He liked the color and used to special order it after it was discontinued. I wonder if you can still order a custom paint color?
My grandfather's Buicks were usually dark blue...at least the later ones were.
Maybe the oil was running out and he couldn't afford yellow.
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