Antique Lure History Whence The Plug American Angler 1918
In this Antique Lure History Whence The Plug American Angler article you will find an amazing read. I was truly excited when I ran across this gem. If you love antique lures and you love the history bind them, you will love the article from the May 1918 American Angler, by Sam Stinson. Everyone is always asking what was the first antique lure. I’m not sure if anyone ever will be able to answer that with being a bit more specific. But we see here some antique fishing lure recollection of some great history. The story is also printed in Arlan’s book “19th Century Fishing Lures”, one of my favorite books, and have worn out the pages of a few copies thumbing through it over the years. I really wish he would do another. There are a few differences of note, in photos (maybe there just wasnt enough room to print them), and his source was from a 1921 issue of American Angler. One could then draw the conclusion, the article was printed many times over the publications life span.
ISNT it curious how things start? The bass had risen fairly well that day but they seemed a bit finicky. The evening had turned chilly as June evenings will and over our pipes we were holding a post prandial post mortem before the blazing log fire; the Magazine Editor, the Artist the Business Man and I. The Magazine Editor and I had been fishing from the same boat, while the Artist and the Business Man had paired in another.
And there was verbal strife and much abuse, after the manner of men who love each other sufficiently well to feel privileged to call each other names. As bass fishermen we seemed to have but one thing in common. We were all devotees of the plug. But which plug to use under which conditions? Ah that was the beautiful luscious rosy cheeked apple of discord.
Now when we were up in those rushes where we had to pole our way through, said the Magazine Editor, turning his profane attention to me, for his language is apt to be profane even when his voice is most gentle, “if we had discarded our Coaxers for a weedless gang with a frog or had even tried a strip of pork rind or pickerel belly we might have”.
Rot I interrupted with the privileged rudeness of a host. For twelve years I have fished those rushes and until Bill Jamison bobbed up with his Coaxer, I never got anything out of them but promised damnation to my soul. If there is anything in the world more calculated to inspire blasphemy than trying to fish a rush grown stretch of bass water without a-
“But the Coaxer was suggested by the old fashioned pork chunk […]