My camp is a re-modeled log cabin... once part of a group of fishing and hunting camps. There will eventually be enough room here for a painting studio and the business once I shuffle things around a bit and move a few things... like fishing gear... out to an old A-frame storage building on the property.
But as I was moving the fly fishing gear out of the camp I hooked my Nike's with a lure...barb and all...tripped and got the poles stuck in the door! Fortunately no one was around to witness the Maine rookie. But I laughed out loud anyway and wondered if I was really ready for this! At least I better get some real fishing boots if I'm going to be living up here. For now though I need to keep unpacking and get my first DJD order out the door.
More later from "camp".