Before we got married, I warned my wife about two things. We would never be rich, and being married to me, our lives would never be completely normal. She married me anyway.
With the early catch and release trout season just over a week away, 90 percent of everything I’m saying and thinking is about fly fishing. The one person who is super patient and listens to my endless froth is her. I’ll grab her attention for redundant videos of people catching fish on youtube or for her to listen about something I read or saw. It’s always something fly fishing related and always something that I need to share. Maybe I’m worse then the kids in trying to grab her attention.
Many years back just after we were married, I got her to try fly fishing with me on a small stream, but it was only just that once. Over the years she’s heard enough about all aspects of the sport to be an expert. Maybe she is. If I took her out now, maybe she would be an amazing fly fisher.
I’m lucky that she puts up with me, but I did my research before hand. When we were first dating, we took a trip to large marsh in the area, and we rented a canoe. After rowing far from our starting point, I started to slightly rock the canoe. She warned me to stop, but I brushed it off and said, “That we weren’t going to tip“. Of course, I had to rock it harder then, and that’s when the canoe went over.
There was the “Oh #%*@!, “ and then the hitting the water. I saw my Coke can go under the surface with me in the tea colored water. The water was cold and a big shock to both of us, and we both gasped for air at the surface. Then, I saw her scrambling to get on the over-turned canoe, but with no success. I told her she could stand up, and with a shocked look, she stood up. It was at the moment that I made my careful assessment. Is she going to kill me or what? I carefully looked over her way, and there was no fire in her eyes. She looked at me and laughed.
I wouldn’t recommend planning something like this, but I’m glad that it happened. You can tell a lot about a person in a moment of crisis, and this was one of the many signals that my wife was a keeper. Somehow I reeled her in, and somehow she has stuck by me. I’m a lucky man, but I still need to get her out on the stream some day.