THE REEL OF THE FUTURE.

After leaving Sunday morning mass, I met my friend Albert Rebasque at “la Gouloise Blue” Bistro, and as tradition would have it we shared the moment with a Picon Beer. Albert, if you don’t already know itbumps up his retirement from the public works grace of his inventions that even Professor Einstein himself wouldn’t disown.

It was after the fourth glass that Albert’s tongue began to loosen. “Flèche my friend, you who have fished since forever, how do you explain that the material that you use on these waters haven’t made any progress since the age of Pliny the elder and Pliny the younger, which doesn’t make us the first horse out of the stable?”

“My dear Albert, do I divine something bugging your little brain?”

” I have to admit that the more I reflect on fishing reels the more I think that these instruments have unlimited potential.”

“Tell me quickly, my friend, I’m all ears.”

“Alright, for example, imagine that when a big fish rises to your bait and you frenetically reel him in, cranking the handle of your reel could produce your favorite music (technologically it’s child’s play).” For example it could be the “Marseillaise” for republican fishermen, “John Philip Sousa” for military fishermen or perhaps “Private Dancer” for fishermen so… inclined.”

“Marvelous” I said. “But what else?”

” Well, Nothing prevents us from imagining that cranking the handle of your reel could produce enough electricity to support a device that would refrigerate your creel, magically allowing you to return home with remarkably cold, fresher fish. And to grind your coffee while cranking your reel would be, technically, child’s play. So you see my friend, with a little thought, the reel could become a tool that could simplify your addiction and could add a desired spice.”

I told you that nothing is beyond the overflowing imagination of my friend Albert Rebasque and that the trumpets of progress sound at our doors.