I grew up a tackle shop rat. Wherever my family lived from Allentown, Pennsylvania, to Racine, Wisconsin, I’d always be at the local store, hanging out and spending my allowance money. Call me ...

There was a time when small, locally owned tackle shops dotted the downtown Seattle landscape, a sight that would make Starbucks jealous with envy. Before and through most of the 20th century, places ...

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