When the spirit moves me, it's always nice to have smoke. And a place to pile stuff that I'll have to organize one of these days. Or find a place for. On the other hand, piles of neat stuff like this create an ambience that I'm quite comfortable with, thank you very much!
And from my desk, its comforting to glance over and see a nice heap of good tackle.
Oh, the desk. Bartered from my friend Jamie. Big old oak thing. It has a great green top. See it?
Nice to be able to just grab a hat and a vest and go.
Books are good to have around. The un-digitized kind, I mean.
Art. I have to be surrounded by it.
And a coupla dead grouse to round out the decor (PITA members not welcome here, by the way)
Maybe the coziest niche within the Cave's confines, the tying corner.
The bench. I built it out of 200 year old longleaf heart pine, leftover scraps from the floor we put in the South Carolina house. Isn't that wood pretty? Well, it is, take my word for it.
For the most part, Tucker just hangs out. He'll be thirteen in April.
Thus endeth our tour. Just seemed like a fun thing to do today. Instead of some sort of gainful activity or, dare I say it, money-making activity. We'll do that tomorrow, right, Tuck?