I call home 70 miles north of the cities. My 3 level house on 60 acres is my little paradise. I commute down here to the "jungle" to make a little extra and keep the family going places. Yes, 140 miles round trip can take a toll on a person but with three kids at home a little "me" time is kind of nice. I believe I provide the entertainment at work through my "Living in the sticks" stories I tell almost every day.
My attitude changes rapidly as the week nears an end. The thought of fishing or hunting turns a overweight mid 30 year old into a strapping 18 year old work horse. My drive towards these weekend activities is almost unstoppable and dually noted at work and home.
So far this week I have: Planned another fine outing with "Crappie Keith" on saturday. I am bringing up my adopted fishing son who is home for "spring break" and a few others. I finished tying my first fly-rod for my boss and it turned out awsome! I epoxyed the handle and tip on a St. Croix SC5 bait caster for another guy at work last night. I woke up 30 minutes early this morning thinking that I was late to head up to Big Sandy! Oh well it was 5:15am I might as well get up and make sure the epoxy set on the new rod. At 5:50am I headed out the door to head to work. As I opened the garage some extreme hunter thing overcame me! I heard coyotes yipping within 100yards of the house! In my mindset it took only seconds for me to double back into the house head down to the safe and grap the rifle. I swooped back up the stairs and grabbed the distress call in full stride. I came around the corner heading back out to the garage and "BOOM" there she was beauty and the beast! A sight that would shrink and full grown man down to size! As I our eyes met I could feel "extreme hunter" leaving my body.
You guessed it.
I Quote "Just what in the He!! do you think your going to do?"
"Put that stuff away and get to work before you wake up the kids!"
I feel for ya, Sand Burr. I get the same type of reponses, though sometimes not so verbal, if you know what I mean. It's a good thing she only hits this site about once a year
That's so freakin hilarious. That little woman you have for a wife can make you quiver with fear with only a look! You must have 2 wives,cause the 1 I met was a sweety!
http://www.bucketrack.com/THEJig.html IF IT'S WET...IT'S CATCH'N FISH
hey sand burr you seeing my wife on the side?......just kidding ....but mine says you know it scares me when you shoot before i'm awake!! Then i tell her it was time to get up anyway... MALLARD
Even eminent chartered accountants are known, in their capacity as fishermen, blissfully to ignore differences between seven and ten inches, half a pound and two pounds, three fish and a dozen fish. ~ William Sherwood Fox, Silken Lines and Silver Hooks, 1954
Then i tell her it was time to get up anyway... 
