Its 2:28 on Friday afternoon and I am sitting in an empty office- just me and the tilapia, alligator gar, and longear sunfish. Everyone else is out and about I am here dedicated to the core working like a madman possessed. Anyhow thoughts of the lake and everyone out there already swimming for the weekend keep creeping in and out of my mind.
I go back and forth- should I stay or should I go? Being self-employed you have the liberty to work whenever you want, but somehow that ploy seems to back fire 98% of the time and instead of a comfy 9 to 5 with no worries you end up with an insane 5-9 type of schedule..... Anyhow, being already on the edge of just packing it in and letting go of everything for a couple days, I get this package in the mail. I have to shoot clay pigeons with some clients sat morning and then go show some properties on Saturday evening and cook a meal for 40 people on sunday, but that stuff doesnt really count as work. Anyhow back to that mysterious package....
This mysterious package arrives in the mail and when I open it up there was absopositivalootely no chance in the world I would be able to get anything productive done from that moment forward...... A funny note from JHAP on the back of the lid and a box full of lures and I am out of here. So long lake reports, voicemails, emails, taxes, and bills, Natester is heading for the lake.
His mind left the building several hours ago, but now his physical body has officially left the building!
His Green Ford F250 is barelling through all kinds of orange cones, hmm, these orange cones could make good fish structures I guess, its a shame they are being wasted here in the middle of this heavily travelled highway? headed for the Lake!
I dont know who keeps writing on this post, because Nate is gone.
