It’s just been one of those weeks. A new job at the store is proving to be more of a handful than I had thought it would be, I haven’t gotten a damn thing done at home workwise, and it’s prime time fishing and I haven’t cast a line in damn near two weeks
Damn.
Some days and weeks are just like this. It happens. Seems to me the best thing to do is go fishing, crack a beer, and let it all wash away in the healing waters of the mighty river. Saturday will be my first day off in two weeks, and I plan to spend it doing exactly that. Actually, Shane and I are headed to the Madison for a little cast and blast trip. It’s duck season now, you know…
Beer doesn’t solve any problems. Fishing, however, does. Combine the two and you can pretty much get through anything. So this weekend pass some cold ones around and drink a toast to all those poor bastards trying to forget a long week. It just starts all over again Monday…
