A “man cave”? What do you call a man's tackle box?
I have a Plano tackle box that's perhaps 20 year old. Duct tape covers a crack in the lid. The lid once was see-through, but it's faded and pitted and dirty and you can barely make out what's below. No problem; it has a quick pop-up design with no latch for easy access to my favorite lures, jigs, hooks and sinkers on the top shelf. Too bad, far as I can tell, Plano no longer makes such a box.
My tackle box is stuffed with everything from Rapalas to Dardevles and also holds other floating and sinking lures, spinner baits, bobbers, swivel snaps, split shot, etc. I have a glove to grip slippery fish, a pair of pliers, hook removing tools, lip balm, Band-Aids, graphite lubrication, filet knives, a jackknife, a lighter, even clip-on sunglasses and dozens of rubber tails of all shapes and colors. My box has fishing licenses and rulebooks current and old.
I wonder what all that fishing tackle is worth. Hundreds of dollars, no doubt. My wife, who doesn't fish, would never understand the need nor the investment.
In my childhood, I remember being fascinated by my grandfather's tackle box whenever he'd open it. But his rusty collection of relics paled in comparison to my impressive tackle today. Funny thing is, I used only painted lead-head jigs, one swivel snap and one spinner bait throughout my recent week of Canada fishing. Most every other fish-enticing bait sat idle.
Not only that, but my main tackle box is one of five I own. I have a suitcase-like one big enough to hold 12-inch muskie lures, extra reels and spools of line. I have small ones for short outings in crowded boats. I got a Packer one as a gift that seems too nice to get dirty.
If a man's rec room or workshop is considered his “man cave,” what comparable term do you give a man's tackle box?