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My Poor Wife

Posted by thosnut on February 18, 2013
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Fly Heart

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.

Double Plaid- a fisherman’s love story

Posted by thosnut on May 9, 2012
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Laying out my clothes for tomorrow

Have you ever worn an outfit that was made up of conflicting colors or patterns? Are there too many things in life that we try to keep in check?

When I first started fly fishing in the early nineties, I would make at least one trip a year to the Wolf River in Langlade County, Wisconsin. This is a large freestone river well used by kayaks and rafters and fly fishers. It runs through the Nicolet national forest and it has that strong feel of a wilderness river with plenty of solitude. The Wolf River was the first place that I experienced a huge blanket hatch. The dark evening sky was filled with millions of bugs, but none of them cared at all about me. They were there to reproduce.

Next to this wild river there lived a man. He had adapted his living room into his fly shop. The sliding deck door became his shop’s entrance. His bar had become his sales counter. What I remember most about this man was his great attitude and that he always seemed to be wearing double plaid. He always said that we could fish the river next to his house and he always loved to talk. His spirit was infectious, and his happiness was brighter than the sun.

This man passed away several years ago. I remember returning to his shop/ house and finding out of his passing. The world needed more people like him, so it was sad to me that he was gone.

My fishing friend and I always joked that we wanted to be someplace like that in our lives someday, and I spread this word to my future wife and others who would listen. Someday maybe, I would wear double plaid too.

At the time I lived in the heart of Milwaukee among all the chaos of a big city. Friends getting jumped and robbed. People passing away in their little apartments, but no one knowing for weeks. Sirens, car alarms, and just crazy stuff happening everywhere. Peace and double plaid sounded warm and inviting to my soul.

It’s been several years since I’ve visited the Wolf River, but I’m sure if I went, I would think of him. I’m not quite there in my life yet, but I do live in a more peaceful town where people say hi and mean it. I have great love for life, family, nature, kids, bugs, water…the list could go on and on. Double plaid is a state of mind to me, and it’s worth working toward. Peace can be in the future, but I think it can be now too. My nine-year-old daughter still wears conflicting outfits sometimes, and sometimes I just let her do it.

Digging through old notebooks I found this poem that I wrote for my wife when both of us worked and our kids were much younger.

If we had time,
And no distractions,
We’d be snuggling.

We’d be wrapped up
In each other-
Like a warm bed.

Oh we have love,
And life,
And new life.

You and me.
Me and you.

Double plaid
And redundant walks
And smelling hair too.

All I can still say
Is from deep inside 
I love you.