Left home early one morning to fish the Cumberland River...time of year was October. Met a buddy of mine here near the house, then we drove down together....thought I had packed my little tackle box down inside my waders. Man what a terrible feeling to get to the wading spot to discover that I forgot my tackle box. I had an Acme Kastmaster tied onto one of my rods so I at least had ONE lure to use, (buddy told me he'd sell me a couple for a nice price).

Another tackle box mis-hap happened once again in October...this time I was coming home from the Cumberland River. It was dark, we were just hanging around the vehicle, enjoying a cigar, a beer and a sandwhich before heading back home. Put all of our stuff in the back of my buddy's vehicle and away we go...about a 3/4 to 1 mile down the road we hear this noise on the roof and back of the car...sounded like a tree limb fell on the car. It suddenly dawned on me, nope that wasn't a tree limb, that was my tackle box, turn around. We turn around and believe it or not we see all these shiny little things on the road. Got out with a flash light and tried to scavenge what a I could....those little Kastmasters and small minnow imitating lures ain't cheap, you'd be surprised how much one of those little tackle boxes can hold too.