SLAM OUTDOORS: July 2009

Mission Statement

With the expanded use of social media today, it is easy to look at others' lives and wish you were them. There are a handful of fortunate individuals who get to hunt and fish for a living. There are others who's circumstances allow them to spend more time in the outdoors than most. The truth is.. the majority of us are average people. Average men and women who do the best we can with what we have. For us, every hunt is public land. Every hunt is DIY. We will most likely never own a Yeti, our Igloos will have to do. Never look down range through the lens of a Swarovski or wear anything adorned with the Sitka logo. We will never have a hunting magazine, never be the stars of our own hunting show, become prostaff members, or receive free gear. We have a limited number of days off each year, and limited funds to spend. This does not however crush our spirit or curb our enthusiasm for the great outdoors. We will take every opportunity we get to enjoy the Streams, Lakes and Mountains.

We do not criticize those more fortunate than us. Our hope is to appeal to hunters just like us. Those with limited time, limited assets, limited resources, marginal gear, yet, 100% passion.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Final Straw

When the President and I visited the local reservoir last month we had a series of unfortunate events that could have been avoided had we had a boat. I was lucky enough to have documentation of one these particular events. See, Q was trying his hardest to enjoy the morning despite the fact that we had to drive through some sand dunes, over and around the lake, and then hike. With our ankle's rolling on each and every step, we persevered in search for that lunker. The dark green images we saw hiding in the shadows appeared to just laugh as they glided into the depths. Watching those lucky individuals creep through the shallows in their sparkling watercrafts made me want to get in the pick-up and drive to Pleasant Grove that instant. I was patient and continued to hope that the one fish that drifted away from the nest when born, and had to grow up a loser and didn't have any friends because he was a little slow, and was ready to commit suicide would for some reason choose my mister twister to get the job done. But no, not today. We all know the old cliche, "The straw that broke the camels back". Well, it happened when Q dropped part of his reel in the drink. (Never would have happened with a boat). I will let the video speak for itself.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Brainstormin'

I still remember our first real meeting. I mostly remember that I was promised cookies and never received them. But, more important I remember our number one choice. $6000 / P.G.

I also remember the plan to get some side jobs. I think we need to stick to the plan. I would love to work some of the boat off with you guys. So, let me know where I can be of assistance.

Doing The Best We Can With What We Have