Morning light penetrates the trees above Buttermilk Falls.
Tom Petty tells me that "the waiting is the hardest part." I couldn't agree more.
It's 6:45am on Sunday, and why I'm writing a blog right now, I'm not really sure.
I do know that I was up at 4am to partake in a quarterly ritual that I will choose to keep to myself. I also know that the coffee I drank to keep me from dozing off behind the wheel is now inhibiting my ability to go back to bed.
So I write, and when I'm done with this, I shall write some more. That way, my contribution to the October issue of The New Jersey Angler Magazine will have already been submitted when I leave Jersey City this coming Saturday for Black Lake.
As I type my behind off today and wrap up a few other chores, there is one thing that will consume nearly every bit of my surplus thought. My vacation...you ask?
It would be a great pleasure to sit here in La-la-land dreaming of 30-inch walleye and 40-inch northern pike, however, I'm much more focused on the job interview I have tomorrow.
A few weeks ago, I embarked on an endeavor to upgrade my employment situation, and thus far, it's been quite productive. I do have to admit that I would rather have gotten the phone call I got last Friday at 5pm AFTER I got back from vacation, but hell, I guess even getting a phone call like that nowadays is a reason to be grateful.
So, having already selected the 13 rods and 13 reels I will bringing with me to Black Lake and being that my tackle is already meticulously organized, I'll do my writing today and most likely worry about what is going to happen tomorrow afternoon.
There are five days left until I depart Chilltown for the crisp air of the Adirondacks and the nearly-unspoiled fishing of Black Lake and the St. Lawrence River. I'm not really looking forward to navigating those five days, but I've learned that I need to take them one at a time.
Next Up:Only five measly days until The Return To Black Lake.