Tuesday, April 30, 2013
The Panther Martin
Panther Martin was the epitome of cool to my young mind. It used no clevis, just a shaft through willow blade design. It didn't come in a wealth of sizes and designs and skirt colors. Gold, silver, polka dot, bare treble hook, as if to say; "No gimmicks or marketing ploys. I will just catch trout." It wasn't pretentious like a Rooster Tail. The company wasn't interested in dabbling in all sorts of other fishing genres like Blue Fox. It hit the water and flashed like the dickens and trout ate it. A lot. Even now, as I walk up and down the aisle of my local tackle store, I see the dozens of rows of different colors and styles of spinners, then I stop at the three rows of yellow packaging and I pick the Panther Martin; and it still makes me feel so cool.