I'm sitting here in my new job in my new big office, shirt and tie, reading a book about fund raising, blah blah. All I can think about is getting out on the water.
Work sucks.
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I'm sitting here in my new job in my new big office, shirt and tie, reading a book about fund raising, blah blah. All I can think about is getting out on the water.
Work sucks.
wont be long and after work fishing will be good to go.
well, i guess it's light enough late enough now, i just need to get my damn shoulder working again!!
You can't read a fund raising book sitting by the water, in between casts? :D
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Originally Posted by schwerty
Thats like asking me to read work related shit on the gondola on my way back up the mountain!!!
Not cool!:nonono2:
Do you think it would be uncouth to bring in my Regal and start tying flies at my desk?
:D
Dumbass!
Serves you right! You had it going on with the whole bumming around thing and having fun. Aren't you single? Why the fuck aren't you guiding river trips by day and chasing some skirts by night? Its not like you've got a wife, two kids, and a mortgage.
I suggest you that you clock out and head to the bar for a beer and a shot and seriously think about what you're doing.
Them are words of wisdom! I'm gonna head to the bar downstairs and grab a shot and a beer to finish out the work day.Quote:
Originally Posted by AsheanMT
Heh - yeah, those days are over. I have a wife and one kid, but I also have water and mountains close to home, so sneaking away is fairly easy. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by AsheanMT
Hell with that - find some big donors who need to be schmoozed on the water :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by schwerty
I have used that technique with great success for a long time. Works like a dream!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hugh Conway
I tie flies at work 90% of the time I'm at work
And I bet you spend the other 10% on the toilet.Quote:
Originally Posted by ak_powder_monkey
I know the feeling well. I have finals this week and next, and sitting in front of this computer at this desk, dreaming of fishing, is killing me. The more I try and cram into a day, the more I daydream about being knee deep in a mountain stream. In fact today i couldn't take it anymore so I shut my Kant philosophy book, closed my computer and booked it out to Fishing Cr. for the evening hatch
Isn't it crazy how fishing just INVADES your consciousness? And the better your season is going, the worse it gets.
Over the summer I can't even look at my BlackBerry calendar without thinking about tides and lunar cycles.