Over the weekend I was in a wedding in Harrisburg, PA, and on the way home, my wife and I decided to pull off the Turnpike to scope out a few antique stores in the countryside. I am always on the lookout for old fishing gear, but I won't buy just anything. I keep a mental list of the items that I'd love not only to own, but even just dream about finding while junking. After all, the excitement of the game comes more with the find than the purchase. So what would you do if you walked into an antique shop and every single piece of vintage or discontinued fishing gear you've ever wanted was there? I'll tell you what I did. I had a total meltdown, complete with chest pains and vertigo.