A little history lesson

[Stripercoast1]

So, who wants to re-build a rod?
Flea markets and yard sales are a couple of my greatest sources of blanks. The further away from the coast you get, the better the deals usually are. The common comments you get, This was my Dads, Grandfathers, uncles rod. I got it when I cleaned out his garage after he died. Whats it worth? My usual responce, It needs a lot of work, but I think I might be able to clean up that old GREEN reel, will you take $10.00 for it?
I will post pictures of the process of stripping down an old brownie, restoring the blank with epoxy, and re wrapping it with modern materials. The re wrap will also serve as a tutorial for the beginning rod builder as well.
It will have to wait a few days however, as the club will be hitting the canal starting tonight until Sunday. I'll get some sleep and continue this thread on monday.

[DarkSkies]

So, who wants to re-build a rod?
Flea markets and yard sales are a couple of my greatest sources of blanks. ... My usual responce, It needs a lot of work, but I think I might be able to clean up that old GREEN reel, will you take $10.00 for it?
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Rod and old greenie for $10 you drive a helluva bargain there, Gunny.

[dogfish]

Good thread here, like the detailed stories. All you're missing is the guys sitting around in the bait shop smoking the cigars and pipes.


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[Stripercoast1]

As I type this story, Charlie in fact is puffing Black cherry through an old Mirshaum, with a golden retrievers head for the pipes bowl, Dave continues to light unfiltered Luckies from the stub of the previous one, thumb and finger stained dark brown. Butch is drawing off a Phillies blunt, before the days of restuffing, and filling the room with a cloud of smoke with every exhale. The smell of a Zippo lighter on the beach, especially during a cold front or winter duck blind still sends shivers up my spine as all those old memories come flooding back. Can't forget the blue enamled coffee pot forever perking on an old coleman stove either. Then there's the canned bacon, the kind with the congield fat, dumped into the cast iron frying pan, then the eggs cooked in said fat on the tailgate of a pick up truck.

[porgy75]

As I type this story, Charlie in fact is puffing Black cherry through an old Mirshaum, with a golden retrievers head for the pipes bowl, Dave continues to light unfiltered Luckies from the stub of the previous one, thumb and finger stained dark brown. Butch is drawing off a Phillies blunt, before the days of restuffing, and filling the room with a cloud of smoke with every exhale. The smell of a Zippo lighter on the beach, especially during a cold front or winter duck blind still sends shivers up my spine as all those old memories come flooding back. Can't forget the blue enamled coffee pot forever perking on an old coleman stove either. Then there's the canned bacon, the kind with the congield fat, dumped into the cast iron frying pan, then the eggs cooked in said fat on the tailgate of a pick up truck.

Eggs cooked on the tailgate of a pickup truck thats an awesome read I can smell the bacon sizzling after reading that. Thanks for sharing and for the history tutorial as well. Keep em coming!