Column: Reminiscing about reels and fishing with dadApril 23, 2019
Column by Larry LaGrange
One of the nice things about hunting and fishing experiences is how they remain alive in one’s mind for years.
I struggle to recall the three items my wife sends me to the store for but I can clearly recall what color of plastic worm I was using, where I was in the boat, how hard the wind was blowing, and the look on my dad’s and my son’s faces when one summer day 20 years ago I pulled in seven nice bass in eight casts on Turtle Creek Lake.
I had luckily found a five-foot deep stump on a point that held a mother lode of fish. All one needed to do was to hit the stump with a plastic worm, triggering a reaction strike. The other two were casting elsewhere and got nothing. Turtle Creek is a power plant lake near Sullivan, Indiana. Excellent for bass in the 1990’s, it was dead for a while due to water quality problems, but reportedly it has come back. I plan to get there to check it out this spring.
Another clear memory of fishing with my father was one late May morning on Kentucky Lake. Just before daylight, the shad would begin their spawning activity in the numerous weed beds on the islands which dotted this part of the lake near Big Sandy, Tennessee. Naturally bass would be the benefactors, and Dad and I would be there to catch some. This feeding period only lasted about an hour or two at most, so a fisherman needed to make hay before the sun came out to nix things.
Dad always used a reliable Plueger casting reel, but as I was only ten or so, I used an Abu Garcia spincast. I never got into open face spinning reels. I believe I started with a Zebco 202 or 33, like most everyone else, then graduated to an Abu, which usually worked well.
That early morning Dad had just caught a nice keeper bass. Fish were swirling around us. We could hear the pops and smacks of feeding largemouth in the low light. Suddenly, the line on my reel stopped coming out. I fiddled with it a little, but to no avail. Dad was watching me out of the corner of his eye as he landed another nice bass.
“Uh, Dad. I’ve got a problem.”
My father never, almost never, cursed. Once on a hot day he dinged his hand changing a tire at our filling station in St. Croix, and I think he might have uttered a minor obscenity.
Stopping to help me fix my reel when we were fishing usually wasn’t a big issue in waters near home, but this morning was different. Feeding period time was slipping away.
“Damn spinning reels,” he muttered.
I was a little hurt, but then he reached over to me, being careful not to overly rock the 14-foot aluminum boat we had rented, opened the cover, peeled off some line, dunked the whole reel into the water, replaced the cover, reeled up the line, and handed it back to me. It worked fine after that. No more being upset. We ended up with a nice bunch of bass. I eventually graduated to a casting reel in my early twenties, but like most I cut my angling teeth on a spincast.
From what I’ve read, the Chinese were the first to use something like a fishing reel. The British moved things forward with their fly reels. Casting reels were common in America early on, but a frequent problem was the “bird’s nest” of tangled line.
The issue was mostly solved by the invention of the covered spincast reel.
R.D. Hull was a fisherman and watchmaker from west Texas. He studied the casting reel problem and figured out that at times the spool spun faster than the line fed out, creating a mess of snarls.
Next time I’ll tell you about R.D.’s fateful trip to the grocery store and the birth of Zebco.
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