musings of an outdoorsman
“Will you please stop! It’s too early… Ugh!” Normally I’m okay with it, but I didn’t get off of work until late last night. “Can someone please get that rooster to stop?” This being a holiday weekend, my radar was homed in on fishing. “What else is new?” I was
On what is the beginning of this fourth of July weekend, I sit here staring into the yonder, pondering on how far we’ve come from where we were and where we’re headed. As I draw comparisons of where I’m at to where I come from, it’s hard to ignore the
Welp, the end is nigh. In approximately three weeks, my time in the Bitterroot Valley draws to an end. I’m not going to lie, I am saddened. The original plan was to be out here for six and a half months, but the project is being handed off, so that
“Hey, G—, I just finished fishing the slough,” I shouted to my friend from my passenger side window. “I was driving by when I noticed you here.” “Oh, hey, what’s up, bro?” He shouted back, as he gathered gear from his car ready to hit the water. “Did you catch
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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