So, now that I had realized what Jason was doing here with the Bite me bar, we got to work brainstorming, and before long (ten minutes probably) we had come up with Southern Hooks. The 'brand' was born, and you are watching it grow before your very eyes.
But, and this is where I take the story back to my side for the rest of the blog series, I was already personally growing back into this Southern Hooks thing, before it was even born.
My beautiful wife and I had been slowly adopting a bit of a homesteading mentality lately, and had often talked about our own farm, our own garden (growing now!), and even pond to grow fish out of. We daydreamed of eating fish and meat that we caught or killed, as opposed to the stuff we buy from the store. Our mere 1/2 acre "farm" is doing well today, with three chickens, a concrete pond, and the garden mentioned earlier. One of our friends often goes saltwater fishing, and after hearing Jason talk about fishing enough, I figured, I need to take this woman fishing, asap. She had expressed much intrest in a saltwater trip, so I set it up, super secret style, for months. However, excitement got the best of me, and I had to tell her about a week before the trip. We grabbed some fishing shirts from a local store (gotta look the part!), and down to the gulf we headed.
I mean, hey, if I'm going to help Jason grow this culture brand, I need to get my behind back into the way of life! And we did. We hit the Gulf hard that Monday Morning, just a month ago from the publishing of this blogpost. Almost every day since, we've talked about how we can't wait to go back again.
Wait till you see the pics in tomorrow mornings post!
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