Are those geoduck?
Nope, razor clams! Geoducks are way bigger uo to 7-8 lbs. They live to be 100 + yrs too!
Nice catch! Big razors! Delicious!
They are also my favorite crab bait. They fish for a long time.
I always loved making a beauty of an assist that is flawlessly finished by the striker - then you give the little thumbs up and head nod as you jog back to center. Great camaraderie in sport, perhaps the part which I miss the most.
I’m going to work like hell to be on the pitch again once I can start exercising again and trying to re-establish some of the neurological connections lost during my back issue. I’ll cry like a baby if and when the day comes that I can play a match again. My greatest asset was my speed, so I’m really going to work to get my legs working as they should again. It’ll take time to get my touch back as well, but first things first. Gotta work on tying my own shoes again, first lol.
Yep on the bait. Half of these got cleaned the other half just taken out of the shell & froze. I’d rather eat Dungeness than clam chowder or fritters, but both rock!
Hey Justin, how’s your sobriety journey going? Quit ciggies too? Rune looks happy!
Had to reset the clock last week, but I have 6 strong days sober right now.
I’m off the smokes, but all-in-all not by choice right now
Omg so I did a video call with your twin the other day, age and location I knew it wasn’t you, but still I had to take a second look
Gummy savers who knew!
854 days Clean
Happy Joyous Free
The feeling that is motivating me is remembering what it was like getting geared up for a match.
Shin guards. Socks up high. Boots on, tight. Felt like a gladiator.
Stretch out. Kick around a bit with the others. Fire a few rockets from distance to make sure it all feels right.
Then get out there and fucking hustle. Be a nuisance. Bark orders as needed. Never talk shit, just outplay.
Even as a little kid, when I was a pudgy unathletic “indoor cat” – I was always about hustling in sports. Full tilt, full time.
Sometimes you have a pure shit match. Sometimes you’re the hero of the day, or just pull off something totally gnarly that has you smiling for hours.
Good god I miss it.
And I will not give up on being able to do it again, it made me feel alive.
After that kinda breakfast, wouldn’t be going to Home Depot. I’d be going home…for a nap.
Some leftovers, of the omelet, were taken home.
I’m assuming you relapsed.
Don’t think of it as starting over.
Think of it as you had some more research that needed to be done, and your back on track.
The only day that matters is today! You got this man.
Awwww…she is looking right into the camera and smirking. Amazing blessing directly from the Heavens!