I wouldn’t say that my spouse and I compete when it come to fishing. I wouldn’t exactly say we try to top one another. I’d say we do … data tracking. We like to track things like who caught the first fish. (Note to self: Post picture on Facebook).
Who caught the biggest fish (Note to self: Twitter about the nice bass).
Who caught the most fish (Note to self: Sharpen hubby’s fish knife for him).
This year, I’m adding “who caught the first fish of the year.” Not that I’m the bragging type who’d keep score (Note to self: Update spreadsheet FISH 2011 after blogging).
Our first fishing trip of the year went like this:
Me: Whoo hoo! Another one!
Him: If you weren’t catching fish, I’d be ready to go. It’s too windy.
Me: Whoo Hoo! Another one!
Him: I think we should come back later.
Me: Whoopi! Another one!
Him: Great. I just broke the tip of my pole.
Me: So you’ll clean these so we can have them for dinner?
Him: Me?! I didn’t catch those fish!
Me: No, but that’s the agreement.
Him: I didn’t agree to cleaning your fish.
Me: Oh yes, you did. It was a tacit, implied contract that you agreed to when A) you didn’t catch any fish and B) when you accepted that new electric fish knife from me at Christmas. I catch em’, you clean ’em, I cook ’em. I’m doing two-thirds of the work.
Him: What’s for dinner if I don’t clean these fish?
Me: Cereal.
Him: I think this system is broken. And I want slaw and cornbread with those fish. Beer batter. And cherry pie.
Me: Pie?! There’s no pie in this deal. Hmm, I might need to re-negotiate this contract.
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Traci Schauf and her first big bass of the 2011 season. Photo by her husband.
Traci Schauf ia a blogger, a blonde, a bookphile and outdoor obsessed. She contributes "The Happy Camper" to The WON. She also hosts her own daily blogs about her family and outdoor life. View all posts by Traci Schauf
I laughed out loud when I read this one, too. Nice photo …. were you really fishing in that snowy, cold creek? Not for bass like that?
HAhaha!! No, I caught the bass in a farm pond. The “creek” is a manmade decorative water element behind our house. It makes a great place to keep the fish until hubby gets around to cleaning them!