musings of an outdoorsman
“Really? You’re really going to use that clickbait title? Well, yeah, because it was my best day fishing so far.” Similar to most weekends, I got up, got ready and headed out the door straight to the store for my blah blah blah. “Wow you really feel the need to
Sheesh! This van is really dirty. The dash is disgusting. Uggh! I don’t want to drive twenty miles to a carwash. Damnit, fine!” With all the on and off thunderstorms, my van managed to build up quite a bit of dirt. It was so dirty, the windshield needed a cleaning
Since I’ve been here, not once have I said “Thank God it’s Friday.” Today, however, yep I said it. Above that, Thank God I only have one more week left. Next Friday can’t get here soon enough. This past week of crew transition has been nothing short of a disaster.
There is something mesmerizing about watching a fly fisherman gracefully sail a fly through the air and watching it land so subtly that it doesn’t even cause a ripple in the most still of waters. There is an art form to it, undoubtedly. And I can see why some regard
but I’m going to leave this royalty free image here for inspiration, until I can replace the picture with one of my own.
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