Content....Pourly Stated Content....

"Content". Yet another "idea" that has stuck with me for a while. In terms of facebook, blogs, youtube, vimeo, snap chat, vines.... It's all a type of content we surround ourself with, mostly things we are familiar with in an effort to be or become comfortable. Comfort, it's ultimately what we seek right? Comfort through content? Phones, tables, and laptops glued in front of us 24 hrs a day watching messages, tweets and snapchats stream past our blood shot eyes, drives us further and further into deeper and deeper into "the content".  For me lately, it's short fishing videos set to catchy tunes that catch my eye. Taking the two or three minutes to clear my head and watch the mind numbing entertainment, seems therapeutic, but is it? All they are is disguised advertising, flashes of fishing reels, tee shirts, lures, boat hauls are what "get in the way" of the fishing video. anymore thumbing through the content of a fishing web site you'll be hard pressed to see a photo of someone holding just the fish, more like holding the reel, rod, standing so the picture catches the shirt brand and the boat accesories. Shirts don't catch fish folks, they really don't.  Hard work, perseverance, knowledge and a little luck catch fish. I digress, being caught up in the content of outdoors sports is going to render you fishless and eventually broke. You'll have plenty of nice things but last time I checked the basics have never done anyone wrong.
 I've recently moved. Moving will always enlighten you to the amount of content you've fallen for over the years. Lures still in the packages, rods with the tags on them, boxes of unused lines all results of content driven purchases. Have they helped me, well obviously not, they they have never left their original resting place and now have just found new resting places with a little better view.
 So, in an effort to keep my content mine and not that of some media outlets I'm trying harder and harder every year to stick to the old school and use the basics. Try fly fishing more, use artificial lures almost exclusively and keep the contents controlled around me to that in my small tackle box. Sure, I'll still click on the flood tide, skinny water culture videos from time to time but thanks I don't need anymore shirts I'll just take the fishing....

.......And that, kids, is the story of how daddy got resin in his hair.....

So, Lethargicc, my 20 ft Shamrock Open Fish is nearly completed. The list of minor to major repairs made is seemingly endless. From tie straps holding small wires to fiberglass work it's taken close to seven months to dip her keel back into the salty local waters. Nothing came easy on this project, of course right?, I honestly don't expect it to anymore, anything to go "well' or "easy" and I'm mostly okay with that nowadays. Most of the repairs are made and finished, some things were self inflicted - most not.
Self inflicted by choice I might add. In that, when diesel mechanics charge upwards of $150 per hour it's easy to convince your self...."I can do that, hhhmmm? maybe?" For the most part I've enjoyed learning about the 100 horse power Yanmar diesel inboard, nested tightly under the center console and T-top. Although much credit should also go to forums and manuals that are a consistent reference when things seem odd. I hadn't planned on making this a 7 month project but once I pulled on broken part off there was something else behind it, then something else, and so on. I honestly can't even remember what started it all. It might have been wanting to add an additional fuel filter, or an inspection of the fuel tank, whatever it was it ultimately became a fruitful project forcing me upgrade, repair, damage, than repair again, things that were in desperate need of updates.

My ambiguously, amusing, alliteration-
Happy opening day everyone.
Welp. Goodbye concrete jungle, along with all y'all city folk. Hello! Sweet sweet sounds of water lapping, mosquito's clapping and rain slapping. Time to feel, listen and hear God while enjoying His Creations. Cursed will be the Filth-blowing of the V8 powered, peace polluting, Waywordly driven, Marsh mangling, Monsters of man made menaces (aka. The always annoying American Airboat)....
So as we quietly creep into our preordained positions, perched in various palm patches and await that glorious moment to pounce on our prey to provide provisions for our packs.

May your shafts fly straight, your fletchings be unruffled and your feet stay dry; may your spines keep their strength, your broad heads pierce with precision and your harvest be gathered with pride, ethics and in thanksgiving...