I rarely fish. I’m bad at it, historically. Plus which, my ex took my gear in the divorce, and I’m not dependent upon the sea for sustenance. But, this weekend I’m going to Michigan to fish with some old friends, and my Dad will show up for a day. The weather’s supposed to be downright nice, and there is a crew of 5 buddies, a big lake, 2 boats, and a cabin waiting for me.

Do something cool this weekend, and we’ll compare notes.

(these buttons courtesy of Kingfisher, from whence I yoinked ’em. Wordnerd started it.)

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