01-06-2009, 03:20 PM
When I dated my wife she was the ultimate fisher. We went to her families cabin for a reunion and she even gutted fish with me. I was amazed at her desire to fish.
Then things changed. We got married.
My wife was willing to touch bloody fish guts, just to try to win me over. That is dedication. She hasn't touched a dead fish since we got married.
She does love to ice fish. Especially Strawberry, where she can look down the hole and see the fish staring at her lure. As long as there is a shelter, heat and someone else to touch the fish, she's there.
I am trying to get her to the Burbot bash also.
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Then things changed. We got married.
My wife was willing to touch bloody fish guts, just to try to win me over. That is dedication. She hasn't touched a dead fish since we got married.
She does love to ice fish. Especially Strawberry, where she can look down the hole and see the fish staring at her lure. As long as there is a shelter, heat and someone else to touch the fish, she's there.
I am trying to get her to the Burbot bash also.
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