Hoarder or Slob?
A few weeks ago I was going through a box of plastic worms and found a new, unopened bag of 100 watermelon Squealer worms. I bought those worms on a trip to Lake Martin back in the mid 1970s! They had been in my boat for years then moved to a box in my garage. I just know some day I will need them.
The “Born Loser” is one of my favorite comics, probably because I identify with him. In a recent strip his wife says to him, “The plumber saw your man cave in the basement. You have so much junk he asked if you were a hoarder.” The Born Loser responds, “Did you straighten him out?” Her response: “Yes, I told him you weren’t a hoarder; you’re just a slob.”
If anyone sees my garage, office or barn they might have the same response.
All fishermen love to buy stuff. A new rod, the hottest color crankbait, the most recent color of their favorite plastic worm. And we don’t buy just one crankbait, we have to buy several in case we lose one. And we have to buy a bag of at least 25 worms, but a 100 bag is better.
I have been “collecting” fishing stuf for about 55 years. People like me keep fishing stores in business. We buy a lot more than we could ever use and never throw anything away. We may need it someday.
My 20-foot Skeeter bass boat is my tackle box. It has two rod lockers and two more big lockers up front. The lockers are big enough to hide inside in a rainstorm. You could, if they were not already full of stuff.
A few years ago my boat seemed sluggish and wouldn’t run fast, so I decided to clean out some of my gear. I stored plastic worms in big Ziploc bags and started taking out bags of colors I have not used since I bought the boat in 2004. It worked. Taking over 300 pounds of worms out of the boat lightened it enough to make it run 10 miles per hour faster!
In one corner of my garage I have a stack of old rods and reels. Most of them still work, but I have bought newer reels that are smoother and rods that are more sensitive. I will probably never use any of those outfits again and don’t carry them in my boat, but I just can’t make myself get rid of them. I couldn’t put them in my boat anyway. I always have about 16 rods on my deck ready to use, and my rod locker is stuffed with as many extra outfits as it will hold.
When I was 15 I got a Mitchell 300 spinning reel for Christmas. In 1965 that was top of the line. I used that reel for many years and wore it out.
It still sits on a shelf in my office, mainly for the memories it holds. I will never throw it away. Ever hear of the Banjo Minnow? How about the Helicopter Lure? Both were bought after seeing ads on TV. I should have known how good they were when the ad said, “Not sold in stores.” Never caught anything on them. Still can’t throw them away.
Some folks collect old fishing equipment. The right classic lure can be worth thousands of dollars. I collect old lures. People wouldn’t haul them away if I paid them! I guess I just collect junk.
Why would anyone keep a spool of old monofilament line that is so brittle it pops like thread? Who knows? Maybe it will have a use someday,somehow.
Many people, including my wife, see my collection of fishing stuff and look at me like I am crazy. And maybe it would be a real short trip to drive me crazy. But I have good company. I suspect there are many other fishermen just like me. But maybe not just like. At least I am not like some fishermen I know. They have all their stuff organized and arranged in some logical order. Not me. I don’t file, I pile.
For many years I could remember exactly where everything I had saved was stored. Now I can dig around for days looking for something and finally give up and go buy more. No wonder I have such a collection. Maybe as I get older I get more forgetful, or maybe I just have too much stuff. No, never.
So am I a hoarder or a slob? I guess it really doesn’t matter.
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