With the wind blowing as it is, might as well hear some funny true stories. Let's talk about the biggest (or dumbest as the case may be) lies we've told our loved ones in order to go fishing.
Two come immediatley to mind for me.
(1) A couple years ago, I had been running the roads to Hatteras and Morehead almost every weekend during spring and early summer meatfishing. Now my SWMBO is pretty understanding about this fishing nonsense, but my absence every single weekend was wearing thin.
Then,--- middle of July and out of nowhere---- totally unexpected--- who would have ever thought---- I remember it was a Wedensday--- The White Boys Are in Town in Hatteras in a Big Way. Well shit. Tuna Taxi calls me about 30 nano seconds after the news hits.
"Can't do it bro--- wife is on my ass big time"------ news break +90 nano seconds--- "I'll figure out something will meet you in Hatteras Friday night."
Now this is what separates mortal men from men who fish--- bullshit time---- gotta come up with something, Gesus God, there were at least 30 rags fling at Hatteras Harbor today.
Light bulb went off and I had a plan--
"Honey, you're right I've been spending way too much time away from you on the weekends, let's just me and you go to the beach for a romantic weekend--- no rods, no reels, no bait. Just me, you, a big bottle of wine, and you can even bring one of those faggot saxaphone longhair CDs."
" Not a single fishing pole will be brought?"
"Nope, I promise honey".
Well, we had to leave a Richmond a tad early to make sure we got to the village before all the rags came down for the evening-- told her something about having to get her a clam bake in a can for our romantic beach dinner or some shit.
As we enter the Village and round the bend at the fire house the rags were flying---- a wall of Blue flags proudly displayed at the Harbor.
"Oh my God honey, look at all the White Marlin they got today"
Onward to Teaches--- " Great day in the morning honey, it is going on offshore."
Pull into Hatteras Landing to let her shop or something--- my idea. Strolling the dock the halyards were strung in Blue linen.
"Bill!!!!!! how da hell are ya, I didn't know you were coming down. You remember Brenda don't ya?"
"Dude, I don't think I've ever heard of a day like this--- the White Marlins were chewing the names off the sterns"
Ok, time for the MASTER to get to work---- biggest, saddest puppy dog face ever seen on a man----"yea, I see. But I promised my lovely bride a weekend with just the 2 of us"
Well, SWMBO knows that I would be a bigger cry baby than an orphan in a candy store, so---- "you nasty, low down, coniving piece of shit---- given me your credit card and you go fishing--- no, not that one--- nope not that on either, I want the Plantum one"
"Okey doeky Bill, how many dinks you got rigged so far?, and are my reels in the salon or in the foreward stateroom."
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