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Mark MacManaway

Memoirs of a Vintage Tackle Box
by Pro Guide Mark McManaway

You'll have to forgive me if my memory fades in and out as I tell you about my life in others. You see, I was born in 1948 to a tackle box manufacturer. Back then we were all made of metal. You know, the kind with the expandable metal sides that your fingers got caught into more than once.

I now sit on the upper shelf of a shed on Graball road in Yazoo City, Mississippi. There is so much dust on me that I can hardly see out of my latch. Can't say that it's been all that good for me to breathe in the dust either. It used to be I was the "new" model with 3 levels and different sections of all shapes and sizes. That is long gone now as I understand through distant cousins that the city slickers have gone to a = soft bag..[sigh].

My first owners were brothers Mark and Danny. Mark always wanted the lower section for all of his crappie hooks while Danny was the young lad who wanted all of the in line spinners separated by color and size. Sort of a pre odd couple if you will. I remember the nights when they left me out on the porch and by morning the dew would leave me wet and sticky.

Then there was the time Mark's dad bought him that new plastic rat that was supposed to call them up through the moss on the ponds. I remember not being able to open because my latch had rusted after all of those nights being left out on the porch. Anyway, at least their lures were always well protected with me. Danny moved off to become a jet mechanic and Mark stayed around the house through school. I must say I liked being the protector of Mark's lures because he always kept me clean and dry.

In the 60's I was bought at a flea market for what I believe was a rip off. After all, I was the top of the line metal made box when I came out and to tell you the truth in my mind I still was. I wish the old geezer that sold me would have tried to open me up when all of his collectors coins were inside of me. Man, what I would have given to have my latch undone when he lifted me up by the handle then.

The hippie used me pretty much for everything but fishing lures. I stored his pot. I was used as a planter. I kept all of his bills and the cards with the naked ladies on them. Man was I humiliated. Here I was, this tackle box that was once the talk of the Woolworth's and now reduced to a potheads junk tray. I think the second happiest day of my life was when I went to little Charlie when the dopers had a garage sale.

Charlie cleaned me up and gave me a nice new paint job. Oiled me up so I was as quiet as when I was first bought. I knew he had good things in store for us. It was now the late 70's and he would carry me down to the creek and we would fish together. Sometimes I was his foot rest but I didn't mind. It had been years since I was someones fishing buddy. I was with him when he through that #7 black and gold rapala and jerked it at Mather lake in Sacramento, Cali. Man, you should have seen his face when he casted and twitched that jerkbait. The fish hit and jerked his rod so hard that he screamed and ran backwards. All the time he was backing up he was dragging what I swear was a 7 pound largemouth. He kicked me over that day but as luck would have it my latch was closed [wink].

Charlie went to college and when his parents moved back to Yazoo City they thought to bring me. I figured things would work out regardless of where I was going as I knew that Charlie's dad had just bought a new top of the line bass boat. Well, all of his gear wound up being put in all types of soft tackle boxes. Probably so as not to scratch his new boat.

I wonder if he knew my history and what I meant to young boys that would become productive members of society if he would have set me up on this shelf out here in this shed in the late 80's. Oh well, I am but one of the last of a breed. The hard sided tackle boxes. Long after the soft sided ones wear out boxes like me will still be around.

Well, I have to go now another one of the many sunsets that come and go have come and gone and it's hard for me to see. Maybe one day the door will open and a lad will take me as I am and although I won't be as shiny and new as I once was, I'll give him joy.

Sincerely, C.D. Plano......aka (Mark McManaway)

Mark McManaway
Local Anglers Guide Service
Fishing w/you is my motivation (214) 207-8276
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