Internal dialogue from the road

Freedom. The open road. Guided by the northern star of fishing. This is going to be awesome. We are going to get on ‘em.

Gah, Billings is such a shithole.

I bet there‘s some big deer over there.

More caffeine? More caffeine.

*In limbo between Metallica, Waylon Jennings and Rihanna*

Hmm, Sioux Falls might be a bigger shithole than Billings.

Is this motel going to gift me bedbugs?

Woooo, en route to Arkansas. There is a light at the end of this tunnel that leads to glorious fishing.

Where the fuck is Waze taking me?

Sweet baby Jesus, southern BBQ. Hallelujah.

Ok, first night below freezing all year. Maybe the fishing will still be alright for us !

Shit, we might not even see a fish today.

Got one - my first smallmouth!! 6 inches of bronze piss and vinegar.

Sweet baby Jesus, southern BBQ. Hallelujah.

*Meat sweats*

Southbound to Bama. 70 degrees & sunshine ahead of us. Must jam Skynyrd & Alabama.

Ok Mr. friendly concierge , it’s 11:30PM, we appreciate the hospitality & room but let’s please wrap this seemingly endless conversation up so I can get some sleep.

Janky jon boat. Untouched farm pond. Sunshine… this is what heaven must be like.