The first time my dad took us fishing we caught a turtle and the hook had gone through its neck. There was a lot of anguish (from me and the turtle). It’s entirely possible that he never took me fishing again. I only started collecting these because the handles are the perfect green and I thought they might be Bakelite (no). I thought I could somehow jerry-rig them into quilt hangers. Then I found the little fishing box (also green) and Jack gave me the “Green Hornet” for Christmas . . .
