Fitness, Fellowship, Faith
Fitness, Fellowship, Faith
The day didn’t start like they planned.
U-Haul, Wilbur , Cartel , Posse l had their hopes set on a legendary Catfishing trip. Rods ready, bait set, confidence high — but after an hourby the water, not a single nibble. Skunked. Zero. Nada.
But these PAX don’t quit that easy.
With fishing gear packed away rucks on and pride only slightly bruised, they traded rods for sneakers and took to the streets of Five Stones. U-Haul called the audible and led the charge. The new mission: 3.1 miles through Five Stones and Champion Forest. Fresh air, fresh attitude.
About 2 miles in, a familiar figure came into view — Radar rolling in late like a side quest with sneakers on. He jumped in without missing a beat, and now the team was complete.
They hit the pavement hard, trading catfish stories and bad jokes, the walk giving way to laughter and renewed energy. At the end of their route, they ran into a bit of Mayhem— not the trouble kind, just the unexpected random tie :necktie:.
Regardless, someone shouted, “We need a pic!” and just like that, they stopped, smiled, and snapped a photo — proof that sometimes, the best catches aren’t fish at all.
Just 3.1 miles, five guys, and a story that started skunked but ended in stride.
