THE ATTRACTION OF PICKLES
This little 2¼” lure doesn’t look like much, but please don’t let his appearance mislead you. He’s a killer bait that keeps his talent well hidden until he’s thrown into the water. His name is Pickles. In 1955, I carved him from a piece of oak that I had in my fireplace at Randolph AFB.
Just outside the base was a little pond that was owned by Claude Ivey. He let me fish anytime I wanted to. I’ll bet at least 200 smallmouth black bass succumbed to this bait’s allure. He floats when I leave him alone, but when I start reeling in, he ducks under the water and starts fidgeting in a way that drives fish crazy.
Claude always wanted me to keep two small fish for his family, and I usually took one for Peggy and me. The others I released back into the pond so they could rest up until I returned.
Pickles is retired to an honored place on a bookshelf with a few of his cousins, once removed. They were store-bought so Pickles doesn’t want them in his close proximity. f