I am a real sucker for nostalgia and memories from my childhood days – I’m told that’s what happens, as you grow older – it’s called reminiscing. Today was one of those days while sorting through a box of memorabilia that I have kept just because I felt at the time I put it there, that it was important for some reason or other that isn’t always clear or easy to explain – just boyhood memories I guess.
In what is a veritable Pandora’s Box amongst all the bits-n-pieces, I came across a crinkled white packet with 2/6 (two shillings and sixpence) penciled on the flap, in it flies I had bought all of 55 years ago from Farrer’s Sports in King Williams Town. I can’t be sure of what the 2/6 represented, but if it was for the 6 flies you will get an idea of what flies cost then – from memory it soundS about right. Other than the Walkers Killer which I think sneaked its way into the packet, the flies in sizes 10s and 8s, four Yellow Tailed Invictas and two Connemara Blacks were in a perfect unused condition. I have no idea why they were never used, but for today’s little pleasurable discovery and trip down memory lane, I’m pleased they weren’t.
Whenever I’d saved up enough pocket money I’d ride the 5 miles from Zwelitsha Township (we lived in the middle of a black apartheid styled township at the time – a story of its own for another time) on the outskirts of King Williams Town to Farrer’s Sport shop to buy a few flies and stare and marvel with mouth watering wonder, at the few reels and other bits of fly fishing tackle in the glass-topped counter. At that time the flies and most of the tackle were imported from Hardys like the small Hardy Gem reel my parents presented to me when they realised I couldn’t stop thinking about rivers and brightly coloured trout swimming in cold, clean water – https://callofthestream.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/in-the-beginning/
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