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Sunday, June 3, 2007
Good Day of Fishing to Start a New Beginning
So I've been fishing for the last 5 days straight. It feels so good to go out onto a body of water where nothing bothers me. No one is nagging me, no one is coming to me with annoying little problems that they could easily do themselves. Even better yet, going fishing with friends who appreciate quietness and the outdoors. A family member I haven't see since January and a friend I haven't seen or fished with in over a year.
Yesterday was the highlight of my entire week. To me it's funny how my randomness can lead to good and to bad. Fortunately yesterday my last minute change in location we were going to fish led us to a lake filled with fish.
My buddy Smitty and I were planning to fish the GreenWood. He all of a sudden in his complete randomness started to talk about this lake he was introduced to in the winter. He said the guy that brought him there catches a fish every cast in the summertime. To me, I enjoy fishing new lakes. I enjoy taking the risk of, "What If?" It's a very dangerous question to ask in a lot of situations. It also can be the right question. Yesterday it was the right question. The question of curiosity and adventure. "What If we went there and caught a shit load of fish?" I asked and about 100 feet or less from the turn that was suppose to take us to GreenWood. I decided to keep on driving straight.
Smitty was a little weary since he barely knew where the lake was located. He vaguely recalled the landscape since he went there during winter. I didn't really care. I wanted to go try a new place and wasn't affraid.
We took a wrong turn down one road. Good thing it led us back to the highway. We went back, drove a little farther down and took the next turn. We continue to drive and Smitty telling me he really doesn't know where it's at. I ignored him anyway and continued to drive. We drove a couple of miles. We came to this turn with side railings and he announces, "This looks familiar!" Then right around the turn there is this pile of old cars. He yells in excitement, "This is it, take a left!" (I want to add, even though Smitty is 38, he acts like a teenager and is hilarious.. lol" Never know what he is going to do or say.) We start driving down this dirt road. It was a fairly bumpy road and trees were leaning over the road on both sides.
A question pooped into my head, "What if we get there and we find out we can't launch the boat? How are we going to turn the boat around?" Legitimate questions, but I didn't care. I was on a mission and I wasn't going to stop. We continue on and on blind faith. Smitty kept on telling me the roads to turn onto.
He really didn't know for certain the direction we were heading. I still didn't care, I had faith that today was going to be an excellent day of fishing.
Our last Y turn to the left I noticed the road was getting really narrow. My boat is 6 1/2 feet wide. My boat tires were rubbing the mud off the sides of the sunken road. The sounds of trees screetching the sides of my window made me think about other times I went back into the woods and almost didn't make it back. The excitement grew and grew with anticipation when in the distance I see an opening. False alarm. Drove a little more, looked to my left and BAM, I see a shutter open between the trees. It was the lake!!
Now my heart is really going. I am giddy with a mind racing with extecy in hopes we can launch my 16 1/2 foot boat.
We continue on with little glimmers of the lake. We go around this last little turn. Smitty goes, "Mother Fucker!"
I turned my head to see a predicament that we didn't foresee. A truck was parked in the only spot where we could have possibly turn the boat around. This didn't deter me. Smitty and I got out of the Jeep. Looked around and came up with a plan. We are going to pick up the front end of the boat over this 2 foot hill, pull it forward, start turning it to the right were we almost hit the other truck, pull it back into the woods, turn it again, and push the back end down into the water. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong!! The boat, dry, weighs 1500 lbs. lol.. But Smitty and I being studs, picked that damn boat up, pulled it over the first hump.
I said, Ok, that wasn't to bad." (all out of breath)
We pull it forward, Smitty swearing up a storm and growling. I chuckle to myself in my head. It was tough and he had a bad back. Which I couldn't believe he put that much effort into lifting the boat.
(To make this shorter.. I know, I know.. To lake)
We turn the boat, I almost get my foot crushed, and get it down to the water. We reattach my boat to the jeep. We had to push the boat off my emerged trailer, hope the jeep doesn't get stuck in the lake mud, pull the trailer out, park the jeep, and find a spot for the trailer.
We get out on the lake and by now it's around 8ish. I kept telling Smitty, "I have a really good feeling about today." He gets all excited and says, "Boy, when I hear you tell me that, I know it's going to be good."
Sure enough, within the first 50 feet of shoreline. I catch my first crappie, theeen another 50 fish with an hour. lol... Smitty was getting so pissed because he wasn't catching anything. He was swearing up a storm and couldn't figure out how I was catching all the fish. Eventually he found a method that worked for him. We caught over 500 fish (no joke) and brought home over 140.
This fishing trip is ranked up in my top 3 for sure.
Now I am going, and I wont be writing in here for two weeks. I will be down in Madison training for American.
Peace
Yesterday was the highlight of my entire week. To me it's funny how my randomness can lead to good and to bad. Fortunately yesterday my last minute change in location we were going to fish led us to a lake filled with fish.
My buddy Smitty and I were planning to fish the GreenWood. He all of a sudden in his complete randomness started to talk about this lake he was introduced to in the winter. He said the guy that brought him there catches a fish every cast in the summertime. To me, I enjoy fishing new lakes. I enjoy taking the risk of, "What If?" It's a very dangerous question to ask in a lot of situations. It also can be the right question. Yesterday it was the right question. The question of curiosity and adventure. "What If we went there and caught a shit load of fish?" I asked and about 100 feet or less from the turn that was suppose to take us to GreenWood. I decided to keep on driving straight.
Smitty was a little weary since he barely knew where the lake was located. He vaguely recalled the landscape since he went there during winter. I didn't really care. I wanted to go try a new place and wasn't affraid.
We took a wrong turn down one road. Good thing it led us back to the highway. We went back, drove a little farther down and took the next turn. We continue to drive and Smitty telling me he really doesn't know where it's at. I ignored him anyway and continued to drive. We drove a couple of miles. We came to this turn with side railings and he announces, "This looks familiar!" Then right around the turn there is this pile of old cars. He yells in excitement, "This is it, take a left!" (I want to add, even though Smitty is 38, he acts like a teenager and is hilarious.. lol" Never know what he is going to do or say.) We start driving down this dirt road. It was a fairly bumpy road and trees were leaning over the road on both sides.
A question pooped into my head, "What if we get there and we find out we can't launch the boat? How are we going to turn the boat around?" Legitimate questions, but I didn't care. I was on a mission and I wasn't going to stop. We continue on and on blind faith. Smitty kept on telling me the roads to turn onto.
He really didn't know for certain the direction we were heading. I still didn't care, I had faith that today was going to be an excellent day of fishing.
Our last Y turn to the left I noticed the road was getting really narrow. My boat is 6 1/2 feet wide. My boat tires were rubbing the mud off the sides of the sunken road. The sounds of trees screetching the sides of my window made me think about other times I went back into the woods and almost didn't make it back. The excitement grew and grew with anticipation when in the distance I see an opening. False alarm. Drove a little more, looked to my left and BAM, I see a shutter open between the trees. It was the lake!!
Now my heart is really going. I am giddy with a mind racing with extecy in hopes we can launch my 16 1/2 foot boat.
We continue on with little glimmers of the lake. We go around this last little turn. Smitty goes, "Mother Fucker!"
I turned my head to see a predicament that we didn't foresee. A truck was parked in the only spot where we could have possibly turn the boat around. This didn't deter me. Smitty and I got out of the Jeep. Looked around and came up with a plan. We are going to pick up the front end of the boat over this 2 foot hill, pull it forward, start turning it to the right were we almost hit the other truck, pull it back into the woods, turn it again, and push the back end down into the water. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong!! The boat, dry, weighs 1500 lbs. lol.. But Smitty and I being studs, picked that damn boat up, pulled it over the first hump.
I said, Ok, that wasn't to bad." (all out of breath)
We pull it forward, Smitty swearing up a storm and growling. I chuckle to myself in my head. It was tough and he had a bad back. Which I couldn't believe he put that much effort into lifting the boat.
(To make this shorter.. I know, I know.. To lake)
We turn the boat, I almost get my foot crushed, and get it down to the water. We reattach my boat to the jeep. We had to push the boat off my emerged trailer, hope the jeep doesn't get stuck in the lake mud, pull the trailer out, park the jeep, and find a spot for the trailer.
We get out on the lake and by now it's around 8ish. I kept telling Smitty, "I have a really good feeling about today." He gets all excited and says, "Boy, when I hear you tell me that, I know it's going to be good."
Sure enough, within the first 50 feet of shoreline. I catch my first crappie, theeen another 50 fish with an hour. lol... Smitty was getting so pissed because he wasn't catching anything. He was swearing up a storm and couldn't figure out how I was catching all the fish. Eventually he found a method that worked for him. We caught over 500 fish (no joke) and brought home over 140.
This fishing trip is ranked up in my top 3 for sure.
Now I am going, and I wont be writing in here for two weeks. I will be down in Madison training for American.
Peace
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Lost Connections
It's odd how alcohol and drugs highlight most peoples lives. In a previous post I wrote about how in the past I was against all of that crap. Now it's even more prevalent that it also creates false friends. Many false friends who only care about partying. It's like, if I don't do all that shit, I am looked at as weird. If I don't join them, I am an outcast.
Alcoholism runs really bad on my dads side. My dad was the only one and is still the only one who doesn't drink or do drugs. Even though I don't know the man. I can assume that he has seen enough shit go down that common sense started to click. I can at least admire the guy for that epiphany. Just thinking about all the time and MONEY I wasted on all that shit. It almost consumed my life a couple of times. I am lucky that I am poor. If I were rich and went through that phase. Who knows what I would be doing. Now granted, it's not like I was some addict by no means. I easily could of became one.
Another observation I have been making is, no one does anything except work. I always thought people were out doing fun activities all the time. That doesn't seem to be the case at all.
Now, I go out and do fun stuff all the time, but mostly I do them by myself. About half the time I am with someone, but most of the time no one wants to do anything. They call my "fun", work. I can align with them and agree that my fun requires movement and concentration. Like yesterday for instance. My gas gage on my boat broke. I almost got stranded out on greenwood reservoir. All I had was a shitty battery which barely works. Every time the wind picked up I had to go to the front of the boat and paddle with a top of one of my tackle box containers. Now to me, even though it ruined my day of fishing. I found it fun in a way. My mission for the day was to get back to the boat launch going like .3 miles per hour and hoping the wind doesn't pick up or my battery doesn't crap out. I was way back on this 1200 acre lake. Almost as far as you can be away from the boat launch when my motor decided to spudder the words of no fuel. I am pretty sure a lot of people would have panicked in that situation, because my trolling motor peddle also broke and I lost my cell phone. (Yea it was a bad two days) I didn't get mad, a little irritated and cursed at the trolling motor a few dozen time cause it was being stupid. I still fished on my return back and found an excellent place where HUGE bluegill are spawning. I couldn't fish them since it was going to get dark soon. But I learned if I stay focused on my target and have faith I will get there. I will get to my destination. I knew I was going to get back. Even though everything pointed and said otherwise. I was alone and no one knew anything. Much of how my life is. Alone. I choose to be alone most of the time. I would rather much be alone then with someone who doesn't enjoy what I am doing. I am not going to apologize. To me, just sitting around and talking is boring. Going to party after party and just drinking can be fun for a little while. I get bored really fast in those environments. Give me 10 miles of forest and my objection is to hike with a 50 lb bag on my back and go save someones life. Now to me, that sounds like fun. That would be a challenge to go save that persons life. I could do something like that and feel pretty damn good about being there for that person. It would suck if they died, but I would give it my all. hmm.. being on a rescue squad like that sounds like a good idea. I am going to look into that.
I know I was suppose to talk more about American. Next time on my return from Madison I will talk about American.
Peace
Alcoholism runs really bad on my dads side. My dad was the only one and is still the only one who doesn't drink or do drugs. Even though I don't know the man. I can assume that he has seen enough shit go down that common sense started to click. I can at least admire the guy for that epiphany. Just thinking about all the time and MONEY I wasted on all that shit. It almost consumed my life a couple of times. I am lucky that I am poor. If I were rich and went through that phase. Who knows what I would be doing. Now granted, it's not like I was some addict by no means. I easily could of became one.
Another observation I have been making is, no one does anything except work. I always thought people were out doing fun activities all the time. That doesn't seem to be the case at all.
Now, I go out and do fun stuff all the time, but mostly I do them by myself. About half the time I am with someone, but most of the time no one wants to do anything. They call my "fun", work. I can align with them and agree that my fun requires movement and concentration. Like yesterday for instance. My gas gage on my boat broke. I almost got stranded out on greenwood reservoir. All I had was a shitty battery which barely works. Every time the wind picked up I had to go to the front of the boat and paddle with a top of one of my tackle box containers. Now to me, even though it ruined my day of fishing. I found it fun in a way. My mission for the day was to get back to the boat launch going like .3 miles per hour and hoping the wind doesn't pick up or my battery doesn't crap out. I was way back on this 1200 acre lake. Almost as far as you can be away from the boat launch when my motor decided to spudder the words of no fuel. I am pretty sure a lot of people would have panicked in that situation, because my trolling motor peddle also broke and I lost my cell phone. (Yea it was a bad two days) I didn't get mad, a little irritated and cursed at the trolling motor a few dozen time cause it was being stupid. I still fished on my return back and found an excellent place where HUGE bluegill are spawning. I couldn't fish them since it was going to get dark soon. But I learned if I stay focused on my target and have faith I will get there. I will get to my destination. I knew I was going to get back. Even though everything pointed and said otherwise. I was alone and no one knew anything. Much of how my life is. Alone. I choose to be alone most of the time. I would rather much be alone then with someone who doesn't enjoy what I am doing. I am not going to apologize. To me, just sitting around and talking is boring. Going to party after party and just drinking can be fun for a little while. I get bored really fast in those environments. Give me 10 miles of forest and my objection is to hike with a 50 lb bag on my back and go save someones life. Now to me, that sounds like fun. That would be a challenge to go save that persons life. I could do something like that and feel pretty damn good about being there for that person. It would suck if they died, but I would give it my all. hmm.. being on a rescue squad like that sounds like a good idea. I am going to look into that.
I know I was suppose to talk more about American. Next time on my return from Madison I will talk about American.
Peace
Saturday, May 26, 2007
American
I am not going to write to much today. It's important to me to make it a habit to write in this blog as much as possible. Each time I do so, it feels like an accomplishment. Which to me, every accomplishment towards my ultimate goal means I am getting closer. Even if entries might be a crawl or half step in comparison.
Today, as I stated in my last post, I want to talk about getting hired at American. Now me being excited about getting a job may seem like a contradiction to my overall attitude towards life. However, it's more then just a job. Sure, it may seem I am trading time for money. In actuality, I am trading my time for so much more. Me working at American is a very important step in my personal growth. I have to admit, I use to have really friend making skills before I discovered the process of dominant realities. I discovered that if you open yourself up to other peoples realities. That means, listen to what they have to say and agree with what they say or do what they tell you to do. I would be dropping my reality, my self respect, and my reality in replace of their reality. In other words, they would have more power and control. To me, being trained to be a good Samaritan. This meant I would go out and help other people first and really not care about myself. I am in no way saying helping people is bad. I am saying it's unnatural. My opinion and many others. Take it or leave it.
I went off on one of my random thoughts. Back to American. What I am going to be gaining from American is a good education in sales.
I don't feel like writing anymore. I know I stopped mid way. It's just way to nice outside and I really don't enjoy sitting when I feel sunshine on my feet, the wind rustling the leaves, and the smell of fresh U.P. Air.
Today, as I stated in my last post, I want to talk about getting hired at American. Now me being excited about getting a job may seem like a contradiction to my overall attitude towards life. However, it's more then just a job. Sure, it may seem I am trading time for money. In actuality, I am trading my time for so much more. Me working at American is a very important step in my personal growth. I have to admit, I use to have really friend making skills before I discovered the process of dominant realities. I discovered that if you open yourself up to other peoples realities. That means, listen to what they have to say and agree with what they say or do what they tell you to do. I would be dropping my reality, my self respect, and my reality in replace of their reality. In other words, they would have more power and control. To me, being trained to be a good Samaritan. This meant I would go out and help other people first and really not care about myself. I am in no way saying helping people is bad. I am saying it's unnatural. My opinion and many others. Take it or leave it.
I went off on one of my random thoughts. Back to American. What I am going to be gaining from American is a good education in sales.
I don't feel like writing anymore. I know I stopped mid way. It's just way to nice outside and I really don't enjoy sitting when I feel sunshine on my feet, the wind rustling the leaves, and the smell of fresh U.P. Air.
Friday, May 25, 2007
My Big Step
Almost exactly a year ago I was sitting down by Cedar lake by myself. The night before I heard the name Anthony Robbins. I recognized the name from the movie Shallow Hal and from some other movie. Even though his role in Shallow Hal was very short. His presence, posture, and tone of voice stuck in my mind. This guy was more then just an actor. I finally downloaded some of his audio tapes and found out he was a motivational speaker. At first I just thought he was just a random motivational speaker. As I did more research on him and what he accomplished. His character started to paint an even clearer vision of what this guy was really about.
Back to me being alone at Cedar Lake. As I said, I downloaded his audio tapes the night before. As I started my walk to Lake Miller (which is owned by the mine), I started to listen to Anthony. At first his presentation seemed a little corny. That didn't deter me, I was willing to give this guy a chance. His voice grew on me. What he said started to make sense at a very deep level. Halfway through his audio tape (which was 90 minutes long) I started to ask questions that would forever change my perspective on life.
I turned the tape of as I was perched on side of a rock ledge while looking out onto miller lake. It wsa a clear blue sky with the sun about a quarter way up into the sky slightly to my right. The air increasing getting warmer with no signs of cooling. The fishing wasn't going to well, so I decided to sit in this canvas of life. I began to realize that I was living other peoples dreams. That if I were to go work for someone the rest of my life. I would be working in someone else's reality.
I began to get sad. All my family and countless people I care about work there asses off. They only get to live life a few moments. I asked the questions, "How can I change this? What do I have to do? Is it even possible?" I sat continued on my journey of fishing since my Ipod ran out of battery power. All I could do was think about those questions.
I got back to my Green Sports Jeep and plugged my Ipod into the cigarette lighter. With excitement I turned on Anthony. This time there was no doubt in, "Is this guy for real?" At this moment, I really didn't care anymore if he was full of bullshit. To me, it was the first time anyone believed in me. Even though he himself doesn't have a clue I exist, it didn't matter. I heard the worlds and that's all I needed to hear. He didn't have to prove anything. It didn't, all that mattered was I wanted to be more. I wanted a life that only a few ever get to witness. (I want to point out this tape was not motivated towards becoming rich) He gave me some basic questions and guidelines to ask myself. These guidelines made me realize it's my choice where I want to go in life. All I need is a dream and I had plenty of those :) That's one resource my mind pours out willingly. I can sit and daydream all day. I can totally entertain myself inside my head. This isn't necessarily a good thing. A lot of people dream and do nothing. Anthony's words just made me realize that my dreams are not hopeless. On that day I told myself I am going to make my dreams a reality. I will do whatever it takes.
I will continue on with this story on another entry. This is getting to long for my taste. You will just have to wait and see what happened over the past year on my Journey.
Till then
ta ta
P.S. I am officially hired at American now :) That will be my next entry.
Back to me being alone at Cedar Lake. As I said, I downloaded his audio tapes the night before. As I started my walk to Lake Miller (which is owned by the mine), I started to listen to Anthony. At first his presentation seemed a little corny. That didn't deter me, I was willing to give this guy a chance. His voice grew on me. What he said started to make sense at a very deep level. Halfway through his audio tape (which was 90 minutes long) I started to ask questions that would forever change my perspective on life.
I turned the tape of as I was perched on side of a rock ledge while looking out onto miller lake. It wsa a clear blue sky with the sun about a quarter way up into the sky slightly to my right. The air increasing getting warmer with no signs of cooling. The fishing wasn't going to well, so I decided to sit in this canvas of life. I began to realize that I was living other peoples dreams. That if I were to go work for someone the rest of my life. I would be working in someone else's reality.
I began to get sad. All my family and countless people I care about work there asses off. They only get to live life a few moments. I asked the questions, "How can I change this? What do I have to do? Is it even possible?" I sat continued on my journey of fishing since my Ipod ran out of battery power. All I could do was think about those questions.
I got back to my Green Sports Jeep and plugged my Ipod into the cigarette lighter. With excitement I turned on Anthony. This time there was no doubt in, "Is this guy for real?" At this moment, I really didn't care anymore if he was full of bullshit. To me, it was the first time anyone believed in me. Even though he himself doesn't have a clue I exist, it didn't matter. I heard the worlds and that's all I needed to hear. He didn't have to prove anything. It didn't, all that mattered was I wanted to be more. I wanted a life that only a few ever get to witness. (I want to point out this tape was not motivated towards becoming rich) He gave me some basic questions and guidelines to ask myself. These guidelines made me realize it's my choice where I want to go in life. All I need is a dream and I had plenty of those :) That's one resource my mind pours out willingly. I can sit and daydream all day. I can totally entertain myself inside my head. This isn't necessarily a good thing. A lot of people dream and do nothing. Anthony's words just made me realize that my dreams are not hopeless. On that day I told myself I am going to make my dreams a reality. I will do whatever it takes.
I will continue on with this story on another entry. This is getting to long for my taste. You will just have to wait and see what happened over the past year on my Journey.
Till then
ta ta
P.S. I am officially hired at American now :) That will be my next entry.
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