Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Mitchell fishing reels.

I am the first to admit I am a has been, a relic from the past, a lover of things from a time gone by. These fishing reels are from a time gone by. The original company is long gone. These reels were made decades ago, and they are as reliable and perfect as the day they were made. Made in a time products were made to a standard, rather than a price. Built by craftsmen rather than virtual slaves in a far off country. I use these reels and they have never let me down, when I do not catch fish, It is down to my lack of skill, and fate.

The Mitchell fishing reel museum is here

"This site is dedicated to the millions of men, women and children-at-heart with precious memories of the most beloved fishing reel ever made beginning with The Mitchell 300 Spinning Reel. The positive impact these reels had on our lives by helping to bring families together will live on." Wallace Carney, Website Administrator, Author & Historian

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Fair weather fisherman.

I love fishing, I love being outside in quiet tranquillity, as close as I can get to nature. Due to exceptionally bad weather of late, I have done very little fishing. I’m an optimist by and large and I sense the weather is turning. Spring must be upon us soon and I will return to the water and tempt a fish or two onto my hook. I enjoy planning my trips the night before I set out. Rods, tackle and bait carefully prepared. I make a point of never checking my mail in the morning, most of it is junk mail or electricity bills or the like. One thing is imperative for peace and spiritual healing, never take a mobile phone on a fishing trip. I detest the bloody things at the best of times, they make creative thinking impossible in my opinion.

So, any day now I will be out on my favourite lake, full of hope and expectancy. Fishing can never be predicted, the same goes for the game of golf I played for close on fifty years. Win or catch or lose and fail is not overly important, it’s trying that counts and being there, holding in your mind, that special moment, when time stands still, and you are glad to be alive.