Fishing Addict

Warmer days on Linden Pond, a slab of a sunfish on a 3 inch popper.

Blair and Greg have been concerned for my mental health as of late due to my complete obsession with fishing. Fear not my friends, I am not the only man who sits in his apartment iced in for several days, with not much else on his mind whether asleep or awake. (Oh, I have gotten quite a bit of painting done, the show opens in April)
Here is my proof: Fishing Addiction?
And more proof: Trout fishing and addiction
I don't think I'm the only one who has it. After all Blair, who has spent most of his time off since Rockfish season ended, locked in a drafty garage, painstakingly caressing the teak on his Boat? How many times did you sand and recoat? Seriously man, I think you have stroked that boat more times than you have a woman! And Greg, you are just frozen over for the winter and distracted with snowboarding, You are bragging about waxing patterns into the bottom of your snowboard. We all have it, and there is nothing we can do, either all is lost, or all is to be gained...