I was packing for this weekend, and there’s an ethernet cable I usually carry for this one cheap motel, surf side. I couldn’t find it, and I sorted through the travel bags, show bags, and just about every place I could think to look. No ethernet cable.
I finally found it, when I was dumping freshly laundered clothes into a backpack. At the bottom of the bag, the one bag I hadn’t searched, there was the cable.
I was briefly amused by simple pleasures like finding a necessary piece of communication gear, and I was further amused by the fact that all I was doing was taking the clean clothes out of the laundry basket and dumping those clothes right back into a travel bag.
I’m packed, got my fishing gear sorted out, got my show bag ready to roll, it’s going to be a long, long weekend. Work in San Antonio, at the new location, and since San Antonio is close to the ocean, in a Texas way, just head straight down to the Gulf for a few days. Now that’s sweet.
Fish Tales
I was fishing and a canoe with three lads hove into sight, and then landed. British lads, from Yorkshire. I directed them to Barton Creek. One of them was curious about my fish. I asked if they would eat anything out of the Thames. I kept dangling bait in front of bass, but all I caught were perch.
I hate advertising, part uno
Just a stupid online test, while it was raining.
