When I retired, I could hardly wait to spend time enjoying
my favorite pastime -- Pickerel fishing.
I bought my own little fishing boat and tried to get my wife
to join me, but she just never liked fishing.
Finally, one day down at the Bait & Tackle Shop, I got to
talking to Sam the shop owner, who it turned out, loves
Pickerel fishing as much as I do. We quickly became fishing
buddies.
As I said, the wife doesn't care about fishing. She not only
refuses to join us, but she always complains that I spend too
much time out on the lake.
A few weeks ago Sam and I had the best fishing trip ever.
Not only did I catch the most beautiful Pickerel you've ever seen,
only a few minutes later Sam must have caught its twin brother!
So I took a picture of Sam holding up the two nice Pickerel
that we caught and showed the picture to my wife, hoping
that maybe she'd get interested.
Instead she says she doesn't want me to go fishing at all anymore!
And she wants me to sell the boat!
I think she just doesn't like to see me enjoying myself.
What would you do? Tell the wife to forget it and continue my
hobby, or quit fishing and sell the boat as she insists?
Thanks, Woodsterman.
P.S. Enclosed is a picture of Sam with the two Pickerel we caught.
Dear Woodsterman,
Get rid of that narrow-minded wife.
That's a nice pair of Pickerel!
And for the Ladies!
Other Fishing Buddy Rule 5 ers:
In a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Adrienne's Corner
The Feral Irishman
Knuckledraggin My Life Away
Diogenes' Middle Finger
Ninety Miles From Tyranny
Doubletroubletwo
Angrymikes hood
MissK's World...
American Power
In My NOT So Humble Opinion
GOODSTUFF'S CYBER WORLD
A Nod To The Gods
Act Well Your Part
Subject to Change
Adrienne's Corner
The Feral Irishman
Knuckledraggin My Life Away
Diogenes' Middle Finger
Ninety Miles From Tyranny
Doubletroubletwo
Angrymikes hood
MissK's World...
American Power
In My NOT So Humble Opinion
GOODSTUFF'S CYBER WORLD
A Nod To The Gods
Act Well Your Part
Subject to Change
You could have made that last pic a bit bigger!!
ReplyDeleteAnd.........holy cow - that gal in pink is wearing my old swimsuit. I used to have that same exact suit (and sort of looked like her when I wore it. No more. Sigh!)
That would be the first pink suit, not the second one.
ReplyDeleteI used to live in a bikini during the summers. That's about all I wore. I had the body for it too. Oh those lovely days.
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting something for us ladies. It could have been larger though. I'm just saying.
Have a fabulous weekend Odie. :)
Adrienne, I did have it large to begin with, but it lost it's clarity.
ReplyDeleteAdrienne, sorry I missed it.
ReplyDeleteSandee, sorry I missed you too. Read above for my excuse for the photo being small.
ReplyDeleteAs Benny Hill once noted, you don't get many of those to the pound.
ReplyDeleteback in day... I was a deck hand on six-pack boats that were design for party fishing. the best trips were when business men brought their hooker friends.
ReplyDeleteBtw - it's hard to catch fish when you are staring at boobs
Sounds mighty like a fish story to me, Odie!
ReplyDeleteedutcher, what's that in the road ... ahead?
ReplyDeleteGOODSTUFF, hook any?
ReplyDeleteProof, Prezackly!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the linkage!
ReplyDeleteWere their fish in these photos? I did not see any.
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice hat Sam's wearing... gotta go with Dr. Phil, you know!
ReplyDeleteI finally noticed that those are bass.
ReplyDeleteDonald, we dirty old men have to stick together.
ReplyDeleteRick, What?
ReplyDeleteVelcro, hat?
ReplyDeleteUnknown, Bass?
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