A little about myself and how I got here.

I guess a picture is worth a thousand words. So I'll start with this one.

This is a picture of the man I was named after, my Grandfather. He was a hard-working man who greatly appreciated fishing. Born and raised near the Canadian Border, in the town of Barton Vermont, he came to Massachusetts with his own family to make a living away from farming

I grew up in Marlborough, Massachusetts during the 70's and 80's. We lived on the west side of town, which was known to be in the boondocks. My father had owned and operated a fishing tackle store and gun shop named "Sports Unlimited". He was an avid outdoors-man also, who taught me the love of nature, fishing, camping, hunting and anything having to do with the outdoors.

Trout Fishing in New Hampshire c.1974

The west side of town bordered Northborough and I spent the majority of my youth around Millham Reservoir, Huck Finn style. I explored and played there... and of course, fished there. Millham was a bass and pickerel lake then with the occasional perch. If I wanted to go for trout, I drove my bike to Berlin Ma. and fished the narrow North Brook at its head-waters...trout were plenty then. 

Chuck ice-fishing in New Hampshire

I remember when construction began on a new pumping station/treatment plant on the far side of Millham and then immediately noticed the drop in water levels over the next few weeks. Eventually Millham was drained for the project and I would visit to check progress and walk in the basin where the waters were 30-40 feet at one time. It wasn't until I walked along the rim that I began noticing lures that were stuck to logs, rocks, and brush. I would collect them all and bring them home and add them to my own tackle box - "Chuck's Tackle Box" and it was then that I essentially became interested in tackle. Between Millham Reservoir and hanging out in the tackle shop, I was hooked...Literally.

My son, Ice fishing 2009

Now that I am older, I can afford to collect and I suppose that is where it all began for me...growing up in the 70's out in "the boonies", near a lake with a lot of time on my hands.

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