I grew up in a home where summer meant fishing on the lake.
I confess, I didn't care for it all that much. One has to be patient to fish well, and quiet. I lacked that as a kid. But my dad didn't. He was the fisherman's fisherman on our little lake (and on the trout streams he enjoyed with my uncle.)
When we were little, we looked at those fish he brought in with curiosity and awe. There was also a certain anticipation of what we might have for breakfast or dinner the next day!
Dad started fishing as a youngster and his passion for it never waned.
It didn't matter whether he was fishing from shore or from a boat, in hip waders or from the dock, he would spend hours out there. Then he'd bring in the fish, clean them (I loved seeing the fish eggs!) and would prepare them with great gusto. He always was pretty lucky with it, too, so our summers often included fresh fish, baked or pan fried.
FIshing isn't Rick's hobby. And while I have the patience now that I lacked as a child, it really isn't mine, either. So what to do with all of dad's colorful fishing lures and trout flies? I wanted something that was a lasting memory.
The result is the grapevine wreath that I have on my mantle. And trust me, you'll never find any project simpler than this
Just take a grapevine wreath -- you pick the size based on what fishing lures you have.
Then carefully place them around the wreath, using their barbed hooks to hold them onto the grapevine.
And when I say carefully, I mean carefully. Otherwise, keep some bandaids and antiseptic handy!
Another caution -- pay attention to your clothing when moving/hanging it. I don't know how many times I snagged myself moving this all of 20 feet. And trust me, when you get those barbed hooks into denim or a thin-weave fabric, it isn't easy to get them out again. Just saying!
I love how it looks on our mantle here at the cottage. Itis joined by a large photo of the Au Sable River, a fok art fish I bought eons ago, my favorite "Welcome to the Lake" bits, a pinecone tree surrounded by two "frogs" (one is fishing) and my feather collection.
Ah, that vase was from Rick. I was glad that if it had to break he was the one who broke it. Now the feathers don't look quite right in their temporary glass vase but art shows are coming up and I know just what I have in mind.
If you have a lot of fishing lures that hold some sentimental value, give this one a try!
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