Yes, my annual vacation to the Great Outdoors. No electronics, no internet, no bloggin’ for you fine floggin’ bloggin’ readers. I’ll stop that now.
But yeah, I’m out all week. This is actually a pre-recorded message. It might even be ghost-written. Cue X-Files music.
I’m hoping to have pictures of some whopper fish to share with you all. Maybe me with a nice walleye catch. Or a giant muskie? On the other hand, I could be skunked. Who can predict where the fish will be?
If only Messiah could tell me which side of the boat to cast my line…
Until the weekend, fine blog readers.