December 2009
6 posts
Enter the albie
Here’s a brief yet perfectly accurate glimpse into the mind of the author…
Unstimulated by the world of fake science and inept higher-ups, my itinerant brain expends untold energies reliving epic angling adventures, of which I’ve been privileged to my fair share. This is all well and good as I’ve invested an absurd proportion of my existence into the ephemeral thrills of...
Time for a change?
Unfortunately, since I didn’t marry rich, I still have to spend most of my time wishin I was fishin - i.e. workin. Today was another poignant reminder of how closely I’ve toyed with the notion of dropping work altogether, without another job prospect, for two reasons: 1) to send a self-important message to my employer (who has officially promoted 5 out of maybe 75 employees over the...
Whitewashed
A rare December snow in Richmond was a welcome surprise on Saturday afternoon, which meant REAL accumulation in the mountains and the promise of outstanding scenery even if the brookies weren’t in the mood to eat. The rain a few days before pushed stream levels up and with air temps hovering around freezing the fish would likely be stuck on the bottom, but since when did cold and a...
How it all comes to pass
Introduction is a formality I’ll have to entertain despite my best efforts to avoid it. I’m in my early 30s as of this writing, inching (hurtling?) ever closer to mid-30s and coasting through employment that utilizes my skills, a term I use loosely to make myself look good on paper, to a bare minimum. My parents, friends and perhaps most importantly my wife probably have a hard time...
"bucket fillers"
Holy cow. I’m pretty sure this is Richmond…but if only for a few days it sure feels like Seattle. Fine by me. Their coffee is way better than ours and there’s stuff open after 8 PM.
I have become the farmer at work, constantly complaining that we don’t get enough rain or that we get too much. Basically 8 months out of the year it isn’t so bad, but July through...
Work just plain blows...
…but fishin never does. I figure hell, if I get fired, then they gotta foot a few months of unemployment. And if that were to happen, I don’t know what I’d do with myself.
OK, I do. I’d fish every day. Beats the day-in-day-out nut twisting of suffocating under a mountain of work and missing deadlines promised by people who are qualified to … hold on, I’ll...