Trout Camp... That Wasn't

I've been asshole deep in homework as of late, not that anyone cares or was concerned of my whereabouts, but it only feels right to explain why I have neglected this joint. The mountain of homework has also left me little time to get out and chase my finned friends. That being said I can almost see the light at the end of tunnel and I keep telling myself all of this shit will be worth it in the end. It's doubtful, but it gets me through each day...
Even with my crazy schedule the crew had set aside the weekend of April 26th to attempt our first Trout Camp of 2013. I was gitty as a school girl as the dates neared, because like I said my days have consisted of get up - go to work - come home - do homework - repeat. As the weekend drew near I noticed one major flaw in our flawless plan. The weather. I know it's uncontrollable, but it had folks dropping faster than groomsman at a wedding. Four of us decided to press on and we were treated to a fantastic Friday, but it was definitely the calm before the storm. Needless to say the rains came early Friday night and it's still raining in A-town as we speak. So is my life... trust me I wont be playing the lottery any time soon.
On a lighter note I've got plans in the works for our second fly-cation this July. It'll most likely include lots of alcohol, midget hookers, and the gulf cost. Stay tuned for the details!