The final beacon calls; decision made, ready for action, we eagerly await the chance to assert our worth. For we are unceasingly compelled to produce; compelled to establish that beloved cadence of fish coming on, and going down. I have to admit, not that it would be difficult to tell from my recent installments, that I am beyond ready to catch some fish. I am itching to get into the thick of the action and savor exhaustion; to indulge in managing the brink - for me it has been awhile since applying my full abilities pell mell.

All will be told tomorrow and beyond as we settle into opportunity found and get down to business. It will be fish tales for the upcoming week - unless of course Neptune has other designs. We shall see if the dream is lived again. It is enchanting out here, for the enchanted; it does not get old.

Tim Ekstrom