Where have all the Hobbys gone?
Another cloudy, rainy day, and it's supposed to be the same for tomorrow. But rain around here doesn't mean what it means when it’s rainy in the South, when a hard rain comes down for most of the day. Around here, when it rains, it hardly wets the ground, and even if it comes down hard, it's only for a few minutes, and it's not that hard. This is why Colorado is an arid place, and a significant portion of its annual precipitation falls in the form of snow.
I've been throwing a lot of things away that were in the Arctic Fox. There were things that I will never need, and nobody around me would ever need, so they get trashed. But it's still a weird feeling that I got rid of so much stuff from my house and kept only the things I absolutely needed to live in the Arctic Fox. And now I'm getting rid of things in the Arctic Fox so I can live in the Lance truck camper. And you might think there would be nothing to get rid of in the Arctic Fox, since I only kept what I needed, but thanks to human nature..... There is more than you might think.
I find that many things I'm getting rid of in the Arctic Fox are things that served a purpose four or five years ago, but now I no longer want to use the things I had taken with me on my full-time travels. And fishing tackle is one of those things.
I've been fishing as long as I can remember, starting with a stick, a string, and a tiny hook when I was 10 or 11 years old, catching minnows in the creek in Simpsonville, South Carolina. Then, as I got older, I started using a cane pole in various lakes around town. Then there was a big jump in quality tackle for my 12th birthday when my dad was TDY [Temporary Duty] in France and he sent me a Mitchell 300 spinning reel, Mitchell reels were made in France in those days, and my mom bought me a spinning rod at the BX [Base Exchange] to go with the reel. That rod and reel combination landed many a fish, especially when we moved to Homestead Air Force Base in South Miami. That Mitchell 300 spinning reel meant a great deal to me, and lives on in the possession of my oldest son.
That set me on the long and expensive road to acquiring bigger and better rods, reels, and boats to reach the fish, wherever they were hiding, whether it was on the flats in the Florida Keys or while trolling in the Gulfstream; I always had the fishing tackle for the job. But, fishing was just one of the many hobbies I gave up when I started on the long, bumpy, but oddly gratifying road to full-timing.
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Just some random snapshots of flowers in the yard. When I’m too lazy to go out and take interesting pictures, I have to fall back on flower pictures in the yard.