My face is severely windburned. My cheeks resemble the red leather from your 1984 Michael Jackson zipper jacket. The left side of my lower body is numb...the upper left, burning pain. That's a recurring condition, so it's cool. The rest of my body is happy from brown liquor, served from an outdoor riverside bar and smokehouse in one of the fishiest places on earth, Almont, Colorado.
There is no complaining here, only proud battle scars from a day doing what I love. I'm not young anymore, but I'm not old yet. This day consisted of fishing three world class fisheries in formidable conditions, then ending the afternoon with smoked meats, pints of cold beer, and brown whiskey, fireside. This is a work trip. I like what I do. I'm not the best at it, but I'm not the worst. I am currently in my lodge room, listening to Tyler Childers (thank you, Jeffrey) after ingesting smoked brisket and pulled pork sliders, fresh smoked kokanee salmon with capers, several tall glasses of beer, and several more short pours of whisk. I angled rainbow trout, brown trout, and kokanee salmon by way of fly rod today. Then I FaceTimed with my 3 yr old daughter while she was eating ice cream and getting more of it in her hair than in her mouth. I am happy. I enjoy my life. //re:
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