Enter August 6, 2018, destination August 6, 1975.

When I was growing up there was no budget for fancy lures, I was reduced to seeing what my friends were using and making my own. The past few days I came acrossed a bag of treble hooks I had purchased for pennies when Gander Mt closed here in Salisbury. I decided I would relive those days and make a couple lures.

My favorite to make.



This morning I returned to the Railroad Bridge to give my lure a few tries. Within a handle full of cast I managed to land....









I don't recall the aches, pains and worries of today back in 1975, but I was there in my heart folks. I was there in my heart.

Pretty dang cool right there!!

Good stuff Hobbie! Congrats on your successful time-travel trip.

The impact that creek had on me growing up was such that the first song I wrote was about it. This morning was a great start.

Thanks for stopping by.

That's Neat! Good job!

Pretty Cool

Well Done!

Sure beats burying rotten eggs n such!

Burying rotten eggs ain't that difficult.

Nice lures
Those Bream will attack anything any size

Nice

Thanks for sharing.

I believe you. lol

They put up a plaque.



This is all that is left and really all that has been there since I have been fishing there.

Those were the days! If I had a time machine, I'd wear it out going back to the good ole days. I have a lot of "What Ifs" in my life.

Tried my hand at making one of those fancy swimming lures.

Who says you can't go back? That's great, thanks for sharing.

Another winner. lol