My buddy Joe and I recently purchased fishing licenses and some poles at Meijer.  In hopes to spend much of the summer outdoors and on camping excursions, we thought this was a good move.  And it was.

One problem.  When two newbies go fishing, drinking a couple brewskis often takes precedent over untangling lines.

The fishing trip started out on the right foot when we discovered the night crawlers had frozen overnight…the rest is history.  After a few casts and a few tangles, we spent most of the coming hours toasting to stay warm.  And of course,  a couple of stogies came along for the ride.  I had a Hoyo de Monterrey to compliment my already festive afternoon.

It is hard to multi-task when you fish on the river, it would be much easier in a boat on a lake.  Despite the mishaps on the river, we were able to catch something.  A buzz.

I am not going to let our poor luck discourage me.  As soon as the weather improves, we will be out there again with our poles repaired, live bait, cold beer, and high hopes to catch something to give our a grill a work-out.

I have noticed a cigar can be enjoyed most anywhere, no matter what you are doing.  My favorite venues include the golf course, watching a good game or movie, and as of recently: out in the wilderness attempting to stay atop the food chain.

I think a good stogie can be more than a relaxing experience, it is a good way to shave a few strokes off your handicap.  The general feeling you get when you are enjoying a cigar amplifies the enjoyment you get out of most every activity.  Fishing fits nicely into this category.

After blowing off some steam this weekend, it is back to the grind for me.  Class, Gym, Bed.  Rinse and repeat.  I am refreshed and ready to tackle anything, because I know I have another weekend of rest and relaxation in the future.  I am getting into the routine of working hard during the week and reaping the benefits of free time on my 3-day weekends.  Eventually, I will have to get used to this routine when I get “a real job.”

But not yet.  For now, I am free to get in touch with my “Tom Sawyer side”  outdoors.  If spring ever comes, I’ll be back out on the river.  Preferably the lake.  Canoe anyone?

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