Story of an old lure

[Gust]

So, every year a ritual takes place for most fishermen - myself included - the inevitable making room and the organising of lures and such.

Now, I find something happens, mildly embarrassing to say the least, I have conversations with each and every lure I organise,, or rather, the veteran lures.
It usually goes something like this "... remember when that Chinook shook you off after 20 minutes of fighting and not two weeks later you got that nice pike?"

I have ragged lures that I don't use anymore due to some incredible memories, and not just of fishing them but memories of a younger me and a younger and sprite Dad and how those lures came along on great waters explorations.

They aren't just hunks of metal and bronze, they hold meaning.

I've a ton more lures to organise.

Do you have a lure and a story that goes with it, can you post a picture of it and tell that story?

I'm still deciding which lure and which story to tell.