Saturday, August 13, 2005

I'm a Fishing Widow

Well, it's official. I am once again a fishing widow. My husband is out at the river this morning with his buddies. They kind of got started a little late in the season compared with what they usually do. I know Brett was excited when his friend finally got his license so they could go out together.

I always look forward to fishing season a little myself even though I don't go out with him. I love the smell of the smoker when he's got salmon in it. It's also fun to see him get excited when he's going out to the river the next day. It's a great way for him to let off some steam considering he works full time and goes to school full time.

His fishing buddies all have girlfriends who strictly limit the amount of time their boyfriends are allowed to fish. I guess I can understand that they want to spend time with them but they live together and there's only so much closeness that's healthy in a relationship. Maybe it's a control issue. Or maybe they are competing with fishing for their boyfriend's attention. Like they think if their boyfriend spends too much time fishing they don't value their girlfriends. I think maybe they should be glad that their boyfriends aren't spending their time out at the strip clubs and give them a break. And love that is given because it's demanded really isn't love.

Fishing is a great way to relax and spend time with the guys. And everyone needs time to themselves without their spouse or significant other.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to the smoked salmon but I really wish I didn't have to also deal with the fish heads in the garbage. The scent is less than appealing. Jack got a fishing pole for his 1st birthday so as soon as he's old enough he'll be heading out with daddy. I think it may be a couple years before that happens though. Can you imagine what fun it would be to go fishing with a toddler?

That reminds me of a story my parents told me about a certain 3 yr old who went bow hunting with dad. As soon as dad got a deer in sight the little boy saw a pile of leaves and went running and yelling to jump in it. I'll bet there are deer children out there who say prayers for little Stevie every night.

10 comments:

Steve said...

Inasmuch as dad was in Korea when I was 3, I think your story is inaccurate. Perhaps you meant to say when I was 2...

Cassie said...

whatever, maybe you were 4, I don't remember since I was and still am 2 years younger than you. You hear that? I'm younger, so quit asking me how it feels to be almost 30. I don't know, you tell me! And I am just repeating what I heard from my parents.

Steve said...

You sure do seem to be blogging a lot for someone who wasn't going to blog often. It's fun, isn't it?

English Professor said...

Hi, Cassie. Thanks for stopping by my site (and thanks to Steve for sending you over).

I think you've got the right idea--a little time apart can be a good thing. But fish heads in the garbage? You don't bury them in your garden or beneath your favorite tree?

Cassie said...

You're welcome, English Professor. We don't have any trees in our yard believe it or not (they're all around our house but not in our yard)And we don't have a garden either. But even if we did it would be difficult to get them buried far enough down that our dogs and cats wouldn't try to get at them. The land here is so rocky that you can't dig more than 6 inches without hitting a huge layer of rocks. So in the garbage they go. It's gross. But whatever makes him happy. :)

Steve said...

I think you can set up your site such that you have to approve posts before they show up... I don't know, though. This spamming stuff could get annoying eventually.

Cassie said...

I keep deleting them, do you get spammed? I don't know why I'm being hit so badly.

Michelle said...

Hi again Cassie. Have you thought of freezing the fish heads and yukky bits till garbage day? I do that, and then i don't have the smell!

Cassie said...

Ooooh! That's a great idea! I never thought of that. How smart you are. I am going do that next time he brings a fish home. We have a big chest freezer so we have room. I'm glad you posted that!!

Cassie said...

lol, nah I think I'll stick with my stinky fishy husband, thank you. He doesn't drink the night before he goes fishing or while he's fishing. It's serious business dontchaknow?