Preparations....

As I've already mentioned, the annual Albie run is soon upon us... so me and the boys got together at Jons house to tie up a few flies and get our heads right for the upcoming trip..

Jon is the host with the most, and put up one hell of a spread so that we didn't have to tie on an empty stomache...

A little pulled pork from the big green egg...

Can't have good 'Q' without homade sauce....

and we even got a few flies tied...

Anyone who has ever been on a trip can attest.  They pass as a dream or a vapor.  Like a train in the night.. we see them from afar off hear their whistle and stand awstruck as they blow by in mere seconds leaving us once again standing in the cold dark.  Getting together and tying a bunch of flies that we don't need, talking about the preparations made, and those needing to be made, is our way of lengthening that trip.  To hold onto and savor it in our lives for just a little longer.  My girlfriend and my buddie's wives may laugh at us, and scoff at how we're just wasting time... but to me the time sitting at the vice listening to jon make stupid 7th grade jokes, and the rest of us laughing more from the buzz we've developed and less the actual humor.  The feel of deer hair, and flash being permenantly fixed to my jeans via glue... the taste of head cement because I got drunk and put the wrong end of the bodkin in my mouth... This is not wasting time.. this is what time was meant for..   

Talk to yall later....