spitfisher
04-17-2008, 10:32 AM
This was posted on another forum, I had just begun getting all my gear in place, including some recent purchases that I had made. I thought it was pretty funny, enjoy.......
Confessions of a Fishaholic...
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True story...
Took the day off for a couple doctors appointments this morning. Decided to start cleaning out the basement... spring cleaning, ya know... after the appointments were done. Well, that didn't last too long.
As I worked my way over to the "man cave" area of the basement I decided I had a lot of unorganized tackle that needed to be attended to prior to the seasons (fresh/salt) getting started.
I usually keep the door shut to that room and the wife never goes in there. Well, I was down there longer than I thought. Next thing I hear is my wife (home from work) right behind me saying "hiya babe". She sounded cheerful enough... she wasn't expecting me to clean the basement out, so the fact that I didn't get much done wouldn't have bothered her... but I knew a comment or two were coming when the full extent of tackle and gear piled in the room sunk in.
I turned around with a smile on my face and started with the normal welcome home conversations...
She finally said, "didn't realize you had this much stuff in here".
"Yeah, it is a bit crowded", I say.
Then she starts looking into boxes and closets all the while nodding her head.
I'm thinking, this isn't gonna be good.
She asks, "do ya use all this stuff"?
A simple "yup" was all I could muster.
More walking/looking and more nodding.
By this point I'm hanging my head just waiting for the big question... and right on cue she asks, "how much is all this stuff worth"?
Being quick on my toes I tried to change the direction I thought this conversation was going to take and jokingly said, "why you plan on having me shot and sell all my possessions"?
"Don't be silly", she says, "I'm just curious".
Uh-oh, just curious is never a good thing. So, again I divert from answering and start showing her what all the different areas of equipment are for. "This is Lake Ontario stuff. Remember fishing for king salmon? You enjoyed that right? Maybe this year we'll get out there and you can catch some brown trout". "Oh and this here is the stuff we use on local lakes for salmon and lakers. I know, you don't really enjoy that so much." "Oh and this here is the striper gear we used last year. I know you liked that, you outfished me last time. Remember, wasn't that fun?" "Oh and here is the deepwater gear. Can't wait til you get to use that new cod rod we got you. Maybe you'll outfish me next time? Yeah, I'm sure you will. You're really good at jigging up them cod!"
"Huh? What?"
She's asking/pointing out... "so looks like you don't need any more gear huh"?
"Ummm, well you see, I am really looking forward to getting into surf fishing this year. Uses completely different gear, ya know. So, I'll need a FEW things."
"Oh", she says, "so you can make a list of things that maybe I can get you for your birthday".
I'm quite unsure of what just happened.
"Y-y-you mean you're okay with more gear?"
She says, "yeah, why wouldn't I be"?
"Oh... well then why were you just hinting around that I had too much stuff"?
"I wasn't, I was just thinking maybe we should have this stuff covered under our homeowners insurance. What would happen if this was all lost? You must have a few thousand dollars down here, right"?
"Ahhh, probably ten times that, hon", I say.
But, the instant it came out of my mouth I knew I had been beat. She conned the con-man. She beat me at the game. She got her answer.
She smiled that "I-just-beat-you-smile" and slowly moved to the door. As she was about to pass through, she turned around and softly said, "Remember, my birthday is before yours... and as much as you like fishing stuff... I like shoes and purses just as much." And with that, she was up the stairs, leaving me to ponder what just happened.
I know she really doesn't care about the excessive amounts of tackle... what scares me is to picture the day she asks for a "shoe-room" or some such thing.
So, in short, this is just a reminder to others... always keep your game face on. No matter how cute the wife acts, just be aware there is fire inside each and every one of them.
Confessions of a Fishaholic...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
True story...
Took the day off for a couple doctors appointments this morning. Decided to start cleaning out the basement... spring cleaning, ya know... after the appointments were done. Well, that didn't last too long.
As I worked my way over to the "man cave" area of the basement I decided I had a lot of unorganized tackle that needed to be attended to prior to the seasons (fresh/salt) getting started.
I usually keep the door shut to that room and the wife never goes in there. Well, I was down there longer than I thought. Next thing I hear is my wife (home from work) right behind me saying "hiya babe". She sounded cheerful enough... she wasn't expecting me to clean the basement out, so the fact that I didn't get much done wouldn't have bothered her... but I knew a comment or two were coming when the full extent of tackle and gear piled in the room sunk in.
I turned around with a smile on my face and started with the normal welcome home conversations...
She finally said, "didn't realize you had this much stuff in here".
"Yeah, it is a bit crowded", I say.
Then she starts looking into boxes and closets all the while nodding her head.
I'm thinking, this isn't gonna be good.
She asks, "do ya use all this stuff"?
A simple "yup" was all I could muster.
More walking/looking and more nodding.
By this point I'm hanging my head just waiting for the big question... and right on cue she asks, "how much is all this stuff worth"?
Being quick on my toes I tried to change the direction I thought this conversation was going to take and jokingly said, "why you plan on having me shot and sell all my possessions"?
"Don't be silly", she says, "I'm just curious".
Uh-oh, just curious is never a good thing. So, again I divert from answering and start showing her what all the different areas of equipment are for. "This is Lake Ontario stuff. Remember fishing for king salmon? You enjoyed that right? Maybe this year we'll get out there and you can catch some brown trout". "Oh and this here is the stuff we use on local lakes for salmon and lakers. I know, you don't really enjoy that so much." "Oh and this here is the striper gear we used last year. I know you liked that, you outfished me last time. Remember, wasn't that fun?" "Oh and here is the deepwater gear. Can't wait til you get to use that new cod rod we got you. Maybe you'll outfish me next time? Yeah, I'm sure you will. You're really good at jigging up them cod!"
"Huh? What?"
She's asking/pointing out... "so looks like you don't need any more gear huh"?
"Ummm, well you see, I am really looking forward to getting into surf fishing this year. Uses completely different gear, ya know. So, I'll need a FEW things."
"Oh", she says, "so you can make a list of things that maybe I can get you for your birthday".
I'm quite unsure of what just happened.
"Y-y-you mean you're okay with more gear?"
She says, "yeah, why wouldn't I be"?
"Oh... well then why were you just hinting around that I had too much stuff"?
"I wasn't, I was just thinking maybe we should have this stuff covered under our homeowners insurance. What would happen if this was all lost? You must have a few thousand dollars down here, right"?
"Ahhh, probably ten times that, hon", I say.
But, the instant it came out of my mouth I knew I had been beat. She conned the con-man. She beat me at the game. She got her answer.
She smiled that "I-just-beat-you-smile" and slowly moved to the door. As she was about to pass through, she turned around and softly said, "Remember, my birthday is before yours... and as much as you like fishing stuff... I like shoes and purses just as much." And with that, she was up the stairs, leaving me to ponder what just happened.
I know she really doesn't care about the excessive amounts of tackle... what scares me is to picture the day she asks for a "shoe-room" or some such thing.
So, in short, this is just a reminder to others... always keep your game face on. No matter how cute the wife acts, just be aware there is fire inside each and every one of them.