G.R.U.B.

 This is "Mags", that hungry maggot of a character that lives in all of us just waiting for the next moment that we can be up to our elbows in a fresh harvest! I’m sorry, but there is no cure for this viral parasite, which has such a profound effect on the outdoorsman’s psyche.  It lies dormant in the brain until we come in visual contact of a lake, river, field, woods, sporting goods store or anything that even remotely resembles an opportunity to chase down our quarry of choice.  Warning signs that you have been infected include; calling off to work, getting up in the morning much earlier than the usual work day and you’re happy about it, justifying the price of your outdoor hobbies in relation to table fare brought home vs. the current price for a side of beef, you count down to “Opening Day” like it was the coming of the Lord and you venture out in weather and elements that others would only attempt in a survival situation. Many have told me I have a “sickness” and now it is explained and has a face.  Blame it on “Mags”!  Watch for "Mags" gear coming soon!