Fishing > Work

Pretty much how I feel right now. This work shit is seriously overrated.

Heading back into the field tomorrow for a few days. Maybe I'll actually get to shoot something this time, but I doubt it will be much. At this point I'll just settle for decent weather and a minimum of political bullshit from higher up (ha! not likely).

This past weekend was another excellent few days in the Carolina mountains, despite the extremely pissed-off rain gods. I went fishing for an afternoon and caught one pretty nice Brookie on an Elk Hair Caddis, wonderful dry fly that it is. Sadly, I also discovered that I hate my 3-weight Sage, so I promptly handed it to one of my fishing compatriots and rigged up my old standby 5-weight. Anyone want a 9 foot 3-weight Sage? Ha!

Got a little too aggressive in my wading attempts and nearly met my maker as a result... I must be more careful about that. The current was much stronger than I anticipated due to the heavy rains the night prior. Anyway, no broken rods, limbs, or hearts, so all's well that ends well. The only casualty was my left index finger which ended up becoming very friendly with the aforementioned Elk Hair Caddis - pretty sure I made up some new words while pulling that bitch out with hemostats. Fuck, that hurt.

It looks like I'll be spending a few days in the Carmel, CA area in July for my cousin's wedding. I was offered an all-expenses-paid vacation with my own personal room at a very beautiful resort. I'm no rocket surgeon, but I know when something is entirely too good to pass up - and the timing happens to be solidly within my projected block leave dates. The gods want it to happen, and so I shall let it.

All for now. Stay classy.