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Friday, November 16, 2007 — I made it to the expo by 11 a.m. on Friday, and realized I was actually pretty prepared for Bristol Bay this season. Instead I had some thorough BS sessions with my fellow fishermen, and at the end of the day I headed out with Crosby, who I had met up with at the expo.
I gave Crosby a ride to where he was staying with a friend in north Seattle, and as we talked on the way, he got me motivated to make a phone call regarding a pie-in-the-sky project we have been working on together for some time. The call, and the preparation for the call, took over an hour, and was an outstanding success at finally making this connection that we had long hoped for — the timing was perfect.
With that under my belt, I headed south into the city of Seattle, feeling quite optimistic about any and all my ideas and enthusiasms that my mind is constantly working on in the background. I was headed back to the expo zone, where I had plans to meet up with Art at some fish-company sponsored party at The Third-Base Club, a bar inside Safeco Field.
I found a place to park on the street across from Safeco Field on First Avenue. It took a bit of maneuvering to fit my truck into the parking spot, as my vision was blocked by my giant gray fish tote, and my Costco-sized ice chests, all of which were filled with fish for sale. As I walked away from my truck headed for the party, a guy came up to me and asked me if I had fish for sale in those totes.
I had to laugh, because as ridiculous as it sounds, that was exactly what I had in those totes. I gave him the standard spiel about what I do and the importance of local foods, etc. In our conversation he told me what he did for a living, which got me wondering if this could possibly be the person I had been waiting to stumble across who could help me with another project I had ready to unfurl, but couldn't because I didn't know how to do the unfurling.
So after I sold him a couple fish and as our brief conversation was coming to a close, I slipped a bit of my idea out to him... he was interested. I told him more — he was hanging on my every word. I told him the final aspects... "That's BRILLIANT!" he exclaimed! I couldn't believe it! I had found the key player to make my long-held idea come to a reality! And because of his occupation, he was THE perfect guy for the job!
If you notice, there are no clues to what my idea is, other than it is brilliant, which it is. What is significant here is that in less than an hour I had made two major advances toward two major projects I have long been working on. Even more amazing to me is the fact that if I hadn't followed the notion of pursuing the first idea, then I would have wound up arriving at the Fish Expo over an hour earlier, and I would have missed the second connection entirely, leaving me with a big ZERO on the advancement of my ideas.
Furthermore, if I had not been walking my talk by having a giant gray tote full of fish for sale, this fellow (who had no connection to fishing whatsoever) never would have approached me in the first place, but would have passed me by on the street for just another one in the masses. We can go even further back on the genesis of this connection, and say that if I were lured more by the chance of a quick buck by the fish reports from Port Susan, then I would have missed both opportunities altogether because I would have been out fishing at that time instead of being where I needed to be in order to make these connections happen.
This simply illustrates my firm conviction that if you follow the desires and impulses of the things that really move you, your wildest dreams and ambitions will become a reality.
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