My Grandfather’s fly rod.

You find an antic bambou rod in the attic and you bring it back to life, through it you can have the same sensation that your grand father had, when he used it in 1941. This is a great film, thank you John Kolb.

Since confinement gave us plenty of free time, some of us dug intheir attics or cellars, John Kolb found his grand father’s rod, and brought life back to it. That was the first step, than he took this rod to fish! What a better way to share something with your grand father! Share the same feeling, casting, stting the hook, this is just magic, the memories the same gesture, everything links you to your ancestor. In 1941, my father was Mr Adolf’s guest in Northern Pomerania, in a camp, and there was no fishing there. What was your grand father or father doing in 1941?