The acquisition of vintage tackle seems to form part of everyday life in the Tales household, either by the familiar thud on the doormat or having been tucked into an old Brady bag to escape the eyes of Mrs Tales and smuggled into the house, usually on the first Sunday of the month which coincides with a well known West London car boot.
Having received a package that contained a blue card box bearing the ink description ‘Building Blocks’ and containing a mix of vintage tackle on Friday I ventured out early on Sunday morning to the local car boot sale in search of vintage items for the home, vintage bar ware and vintage tackle.
First purchase of the day was a silver plate scallop shaped platter, large in size and interesting as to its intended use, any pointers would be much appreciated but I guess a platter for sea food? There was much on offer on this bright day in March, however I was focused on finding items that would help me with my gin presentations, and any items to go with my interest in Vermouth, a liquid which I sense my grow over the next few months. I did find three nickel silver Scottish spirit measures, typically large in the measure size but not a must have requirement.
As I scoured more boxes of castoffs, bric-a-brac and odds and ends I came across a distinctive blue painted Mitchell 440A, dusty, ingrained with oil and dirt but all there and when rubbed the blue paint was bright, the chrome un-pitted and the bail arm worked to a fashion, possibly in need of a service by James Partridge of Jims Reel Shop. For just over the fraction of the cost of a pint of Guinness I purchased the reel and tucked it away in my trusted Brady bag. Time was soon ticking by and I had promised young Tales a visit to Robins Wood, a favoured fishery and one he has started to understand how it fishes.
Clearly the teaching of recent years is paying dividends, it wasn’t long after having arrived at this picturesque Surrey trout fishery that young Tales was into a bright eyed fish, caught on a nymph that the fishery owner recommended.
Over the winter months much had been done to improve this fishery, new paths, bridges and some of the dense vegetation and overhanging trees having been cut back. It did give the fishery a tidy and manicured look without detracting from is pastoral feel, where a trickling stream dropping into lakes then down through woodland to make this an idyllic destination worth the 40 minute drive from South West London.
I sense we will be back before the official start to the trout season for young Tales to increase his tally and show that his youthful enthusiasm can out fish me again this season.