Posted 1 year ago
trunkman
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When I was around ten years old my buddy and I went fishing all the time. These old lures found there way into my tackle box over the course of my childhood fishing along the mighty St. Lawrence river. Either from his side of the family or mine -- all I can remember is that we never bought any of them. Some we probably found tangled by the shoreline. How I managed not to lose these is no small feat. I have them in a box frame for display.
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