Anglers Journal

Basket of Memories

I recently said goodbye to my oldest piece of fishing tackle: a split-willow wicker creel I bought at Abercrombie and Fitch in San Francisco when the company still specialized in sporting goods. I was partial to Abercrombie because I grew up outside Manhattan and, as a boy, loved to browse at the flagship store on Madison Avenue. The eighth of its 12 floors was devoted to angling, but the sixth-floor gun room drew the most visitors with its display of stuffed big-game heads, including a rhino that Teddy Roosevelt shot.

The store lived up to

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