I don’t define myself by what I do for a living. I don’t introduce myself with my job title or name drop the company I work for. I’m just Pete. An around-the-clock outdoorsman who’s quick with a story and a few laughs. Whether I’m in a fishing boat, a duck blind or a conference room.
My day job is a big part of my life but it’s only one part. To sum up my entire personality with what I do from 9-5 is boring as hell. I can’t live my life in one dimension. I need time on the water. I need time in the woods. Being outdoors gives me character, humor, humility and a real understanding of success and pride. All of which I use on the job.
Besides, I can’t have one without the other. I can’t appreciate rushing out of the office to chase Walleye on a Tuesday night unless I spent the entire day sitting at a computer, right? I definitely can’t afford to fuel up the Silverado, or the boat, and enjoy trips to Bass Pro Shops without those paychecks. The only way to test this theory is to win the lotto. Trust me. I’m trying.
In the meantime, I’ll rely on the great fishing that’s always just a few minutes away. That’s one of my favorite things about living and working near Detroit. From walleye in the river to smallies in St. Clair this area has a lot to offer. And last week I took full advantage with three trips between Monday and Friday.
We started the week on the Detroit River hooking walleye. But before we even left the dock I landed this big old golden carp. It pays to practice your vert-jigging technique in the boat slips as your buddy is loading up the gear.
We hit a few ‘eyes near Chene Park and down by the RenCen. We floated past Joe Louis and got rowdy with the wings fans piling into the arena. The further downriver we drifted the more bass we hooked. And the crazier my hair got.
The fishing shut down for about an hour. We motored back up to Chene Park and put three more keepers in the boat on chartreuse and black jigs.
We got back to the dock with our 4 keepers, grabbed a couple of cold beers at Sinbad’s and watched the Red Wings force Game 7 against our latest rival — The Sharks. It was a hell of a third period. And a hell of a way to spend a Tuesday night.
Wednesday I took my boat to work. I kept glancing out the window checking on my rig while powering through my projects so I could get out on the water. Talk about motivation increasing productivity.
Uncle Mike and I launched just after 6 pm and we didn’t have to wait long to get into the fish.
We launched from Crocker Rd and made the short run out to the 400 Tower. The water was really stained. Dark green tubes with metallic flakes boated three fat smallies.
The wind picked up shaking the camera when Mike snapped this photo. At least that’s the story he’s sticking with.
The Detroit River looked like watercolor painted over green stained glass on Friday morning. Our wake disturbed the serene water as we motored under the Belle Isle bridge.
This was the best fishing trip of the week. We landed 6 walleye near Chene Park and the RenCen along with quite a few smallies.
Jake and I snapped a few pics with the biggest keepers and headed into the office powered by Coke Zero, donuts from the gas station and 5 hour energy.
What I do from 9-5 makes me money. What I do from 5-9 that makes me interesting. See ya on the water.
I like this entry. Sounds so much like you, and I can imagine your boat in the parking lot in Warren. Hilarious. 🙂
Good work Pete!!!
Taking the boat to work is freaking priceless. Second only to the hair. I’ve got to get over your way at some point.
Great post. Stay outdoors.