As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Last summer I spotted a fishing pole in a pile of things Junk Yard Guy had saved, and I frowned at it as it was a piece of crap, but winter changes your mind as you wander through and climb upon piles of junk, as it had a lead head chartreuse jig on it. but the handle was broke off.
So I started fixing on it a few months ago, and it sat in my Grandpa's kitchen, as I pulled it out and cast with it when the snow was off the ground, and it was just a 3 inch bolt with a screw head, and two burrs on the end.
This is some Walmart thing that costs 10 bucks so I doubt there are replacements and a handle would cost more than what I have in it or what it cost to begin with.
From that point on, I knew I needed a piece of rubber gas hose. I knew I saw one in our yard I had cut off when I fixed a lawnmower, but that disappeared and evil uncle of course did not have jack or shit in this junk to remedy the problem.
Then I was walking through the cow lot, in turning them out this morning and I look down and here is this gas rubber hose. See when you get ditch hay bailed up and bought from the neighbor, you get cans, bottles, shit diapers and I once got a little lucky shamrock bear, I washed up and sits on top of our coffee container, looking out at the world in different expressions, reflecting my mood.
So I stuck it in my pocket, and over to the kitchen we went, where after checking traps, I went to work on making the reel handle. I had to jam the dirt out of it, then wet it under the faucet as things slide better in rubber when wet. Got my hands filthy, but they wash up, and I cut it so oversize, put on the burr to make it more fat in compressing and voila I have a fishing reel with a handle which I now adore as this is for small fishes and recreation to piss around with, as while I'm protective of my creation, I'm not going to be upset if something bad happens like an expensive rod and reel.
As you can see it is just lovely. Might end up on an ice fishing rod that came out of the same salvage pile, but that remains to be seen. I'm just a happy girl restoring my new and improved crapper reel and rod.
Nothing like having a rod behind the seat in case I decide to wet a line.
Thank you God for the salvage and the Holy Ghost Inspiration again. You don't need to throw everything away and everything in a junk yard is not junk.
Nuff Said
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