Time: 2:20 a.m.
Location: Shenandoah Valley, Virginia
Status: Whiskey bottle has a good dent in it. Down a couple of good cigars.
Animal House quote that comes most immediately to mind: "Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son."
-Dean Vernon Wormer
OK... that might be a little harsh. It's just that the room is spinning, and in a scant six hours, I have a date with the Rapidan. Well, OK... seven hours. Maybe eight. Point is, I'm fishing the Rapidan, holy water for brook trout devotees, sometime in the very near future.
I've commandeered a room from my good friend Tom Sadler, the author of Dispatches From Middle River, and we're visiting the storied stream–at least once–over the next couple of days. But first, we had to tip back a few drinks, splay the world's problems out before us like a gutted trout and set about solving them.
Turns out, the world has a lot of problems. But I think we're game. If we can make progress on the State of the Sporting World, and put a respectable amount of space between the bottom of the cork and the top of the whiskey line in a good bottle of hooch, we should be all set.
Stay tuned to the blog over the next couple of days. We'll whittle away at all those problems, and, in the meantime, we'll work that whiskey bottle down to a respectable level.