That fella is wrapped a mite tight!
Dad’s gear, for an overnighter, was a 3-bladed Shrade Walden, (yellow scales), a hip pocket bottle of Old Granddad, a pack of Camels, a pack of Pall Malls, a book of paper matches, and a Zebco 33… Didn’t carry anything else, not ever, and in all the times I went with him, I don’t remember either of us getting eaten by lions or bears, or dying of anything much… I do remember getting hungry, and being told I wasn’t apt to die of hunger anytime soon…My gear for such trips was a piece of cardboard with a line, hook, and sinker wrapped around it; a pole and bobber could be made anywhere we stopped… Certain sure glad I didn’t know then what I know now, I would have never survived!