Updated: Jul 10, 2020
OK. Before you jump to any conclusions, I’m talking about the view from my office window today. Some patient, fortunate and obviously twisted soul decided it would be advantageous to put this beautiful, handmade guide boat on display not fifty feet from where my butt is parked till roughly 5 o’clock-ish.
…and I’m supposed to go fishing after work.
This day is never going to end.
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