Taking Shape

Regretfully, this is not a post about a last-hurrah ice fishing trip or wild trout keyed-in on black stone flies. This post is about organization. Prior to purchasing our first home, my wife and I lived in two different places over the last several years, each of which was up a few flights of stairs--not really ideal for maneuvering with long fishing rods in low light or lugging a sled-full of ice equipment. So to say I'm excited about now having a large basement with a full walk-out and ample storage space is an understatement.

I have been logging respectable time in the new man cave over the last few weeks. It's like a big blank canvas and I'm trying to figure out the most optimal layout. It's very unfinished and will likely stay that way until, God-willing, we have enough kids to warrant a play room someday. So for now it will remain a dim and dusty angler's paradise, a place to hang my rods and tinker with gear.

It's perfect.