Herters rod

Roper, you'll get used to the clunks. That's all I use on my bamboo rods, for the most part. I had to reverse all of mine to left hand. I fish 1494, 1494-1/2 and 1495 reels. They seem appropriate on my boo. A 1495 was my first fly reel and the only one I used at first. Have fun with the family heirlooms.
 
And if you ever get used to the way they reel you can spiff them up with fancier knob, center cap...their own form of classic. And they are basically indestructible...my brother in law has used his 1096 to fight 20 lb chum salmon in the salt and they were no worse for the abuse.
 
Quite the nostalgic flyrod! In my boyhood Herter's catalogs (outlandish bits of outdoor lore no doubt crafted over whiskey and cigars by copy-writers with little to no actual outdoor experience) provided endless lust for their 'woods-proven' products in readers like myself. I still have some of the once arcane flytying tools I acquired from Herter's over 60 years ago.
I remember as a kid taking my dad’s Herter catalog and pouring over it in my bedroom. It was as thick as a dictionary…and remember seeing all those bird skins that those persnickety fly fishermen used…
 
I remember as a kid taking my dad’s Herter catalog and pouring over it in my bedroom. It was as thick as a dictionary…and remember seeing all those bird skins that those persnickety fly fishermen used…
In the 1960's Herter's opened a store for a brief time near Fort Lewis/Nisqually. It was fun to visit. I still have a couple of Russell Green River style knives my dad bought there.
 
Got my first vise (a Thompson Model A), Thompson fine scissors, first whip finisher (spring style) and first 'made for purpose' bodkin (with a cool knurled aluminum handle) from Herters. All are still in great shape, though I'm amazed that I didn't destroy the scissors, since at 10 years of age I'm sure I cut damn near everything with those scissors. Our cats and dogs gave me a wide berth when they saw me with those scissors...and they were very useful in surgical surreptitious remove of feathers from my mom's duster.

I despaired about the complete absence of dry fly feathers in household feather dusters...dry flies being well known as the only reputable and reliable means of catching fish with a fly. Hooking a trout on a sunken Royal Coachman cast serious doubt upon the skill of the flyfisherman, as well as the intelligence of that specific trout. There was no glamor in catching an obviously inferior and mentally defective doofus trout.
 
Last edited:
Back
Top