NMMI vs. NMMI

I receive a ton of e-mail spam, I hope it enrages you just as much; the world is sometimes too happy a place. One of the worst examples is the shameless solicitation of my Alma Matter the New Mexico Military Institute. Granted being on the mailing list is entirely my choice, but how else would I get the notifications of the Annual Valentines Sweetheart Dinner or the Spring Support the Cadets function to share and laugh over with my fellows from RAT year?

 After recently joining New Mexico Muskie Inc. I got a piece of mail that just happened to come in right on top of something from the Institute, instead of clicking something interesting I was instead rewarded with a rather somber 'Abq Chapter Member Facing Medical Issues', that was just depressing.

 Recovering from that mishap, and being the responsible person I am, there was no choice but to immediately blame NMMI for changing their acronym to so closely resemble NMMI's. As an aside I'm also rather surprised that NMMI hasn't yet discovered the acronymic synonym faux pas and become indignantly litigious with NMMI about it. Overall I can call it a win as my RAT and PT gear now has new use, and I am proud to be a member of both NMMI and NMMI.

NMMI^

 Also NMMI^

End Of Season Approaches...

 The month of March is possibly my favorite time of year in New Mexico, not because the weather is warming, or the shrubberies are finally becoming, well, as green as things can get in NM but because my fishing license will soon expire. Yes I know that sounds odd, but assuming my reality of procrastination motivation applies to others; the cutoff of March 31 quickly looming propels me out of the house and into the garage to gather the necessary supplies and take note of what is old and how those things can best be supplemented but new and shiny things, my wife hates this. In a rush I notice that reels need maintenance, the melting pot should be cleaned and how in the world have I managed to get by with such a bare plastics box?

  These things require immediate remedy! I begin to clean out the opened jars of salmon eggs, scrub the melting pot and inspect all the jigs replacing skirt collars, clipping line ties off eyelets and reorganizing bait boxes, my wife hates this more as my favorite place to conduct these activities is the kitchen table. I attempt to point out how the garage workbench has collected random house items not placed by myself; this ends in failure. I continue on.

 Following my spring cleaning of my gear my attention is redirected to the newly empty spaces in the Plano boxes, the situation is intolerable, and so I am off to collect the new and shiny things mentioned earlier; the wife hates this most. In Albuquerque there are some choices to shop for varying fish paraphernalia namely
 Charlies Sporting Goods,  Los Pinos Fly and Tackle, the secondary options being Sportsman's Warehouse,  Big 5, and Walmart. I shop at these locations because they rank in order lesser to greater evils in my mind. However Sportsman's is frequented because I developed a habit of calling it 'The Zoo' when my daughter was about 2 years old and she would finally get excited to do anything 'Fishying' with me thereby allowing me to collect new and shinys in relative peace, my wife has not discovered this; do not inform her.

 My questionable parenting tactics have paid off; I  have netted a fishing buddy who has traveled with me throughout New Mexico, Colorado, Arizona and Texas by her request. She has beaten my personal best Rainbow weight by a 1/2 pound and wont let me forget about it "Daddy, my fishes was bigger. Can I tell Mommy?" a small amount of leeway is given in this matter. She is only 5 after all.
 

                                             The day of the event in question ^