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My dad's old fishing rod snapped on me after 40 years, and it changed how I think about heirlooms
I was out on the pier last Saturday with my dad's old bamboo fly rod he got from his grandpa. I've always babied it, never really using it, just keeping it on the wall because it felt like something precious. A gust of wind caught the line and the tip just cracked right off. I stood there holding the broken piece, feeling stupid for treating it like museum art instead of something meant to get beat up. So I called my dad and he laughed when I told him what happened. He said his grandpa would have just whittled a new tip and kept fishing, that the rod was made to be fixed not preserved. So I sanded down the break, wrapped it with some thread and epoxy from a tackle shop down the road, and I'll be taking it out again next week. Has anyone else had an old family thing break on them and realized you were treating it wrong?
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robinwalker4mo ago
the rod was made to be fixed not preserved" hits hard man. That's exactly the thing I'm wrestling with right now with my grandad's old hunting knife. I've kept it in a drawer for like 15 years, never sharpened it, never used it, just pulled it out once a year to look at. Then last month my buddy needed a knife for camping and I almost said no but handed it over anyway. He chipped the blade on a bone and I felt my gut drop for a second but then I just thought... what was I saving it for? A museum that doesn't exist? Something nobody else will ever care about after I'm gone? So I filed down the chip and now I carry it when I'm out in the woods. The scratches and dings actually make it look more like his old knife, like it's alive again. What made you finally decide to start using it instead of just keeping it on the wall?
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the_evan4mo ago
the scratches and dings actually make it look more like his old knife" - man that hit me hard because it's so true. I had the same thing with my dad's old fishing rod. Kept it in the corner of the garage for like ten years, wouldn't let anyone touch it. Then one day I just took it to the lake and caught a stupid little bluegill on it. The reel was all rusty and the line snapped twice but somehow it felt more like his rod after that than it ever did sitting in the corner. I think we build up these objects into something they never were. They were just tools that got used and banged up and fixed again. Once you start using them they actually become the thing you were trying to preserve.
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