The time to go fishing is upon us and no one realizes that more than me. I like to go fishing, don’t get me wrong, but my husband is obsessed, a true fisherman at heart.
He has been trying to find this pole/reel combo that he found years ago. Bass Pro doesn’t have it, Sportsman’s Warehouse doesn’t have it, he can’t find it online, and it is driving me up the wall.
Who knew that picking out the right fishing pole would take research, going to and from sporting good stores and conference calls between friends.
I didn’t know that there was a million different types of fishing line. Now that just might be non interest on my part, but come on. Timmy let me know that you can’t just use regular cheap fishing line when you fish for “Big Fish”. You have to pick out the right line with the right... (I stopped listening and just nodded my head).
Fishing to me, and I give you permission to laugh at me, is sitting on the bank and getting excited about catching Blue Gill. Well, that’s what I do anyways. It doesn’t really matter the size of the fish, its the fact that you were good enough to catch one.
Not to Timmy.
If he catches a small fish, he gets mad and only more determined to catch the monster that he knows is hiding in murky waters. He doesn’t wake up early for work, but if it comes to fishing, he’s out of the house at 5 in the morning just as bright eyed and bushy tailed as can be.
Hopefully he finds the right pole soon. I can’t wait. The days he goes fishing, are the days that I get to sit back, relax and not have to listen to fishing stories and tall tales. Even though they both go hand in hand.
Column was published 3-19-09 in the Citizen Voice & Times
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