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What Husbands Really Do on Fishing Trips

Dear Husband Goes Lake Fishing in BC Canada

A quiet moment on the lake

I think I’ve already mentioned my two much much older sisters.  Yesterday morning our three  husbands (one each) left on their annual fishing trip.  With all the fish coolers  they loaded into the truck they looked  pretty ambitious about the number of fish they expect to catch.

Last year, the guys told and retold the story about a fish so big that it towed their boat around the lake for hours. Apparently some of those fish were so big, that the guys tried reeling them in on the truck winch. The coolers, however, came back almost empty.  Dear Husband got a fish finder for Christmas and I just finished sewing a case for it the other day. It will be interesting to hear  how many more fish they catch this year.  Hmmmmm…

But we all know that fishing isn’t about the fish… its about doing all the guy things that guys do when they are not under the watch full eye of  ‘the wife’.

For 5 days and 4 nights our husbands will  walk the  wild side, swearing each other to the code… “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”…  which translates to monkey business  of SEE no evil, HEAR no evil SPEAK no evil.

3 monkeys

3 Dear Husbands

All of their wickedness amounts to stuffing themselves with chips, chocolate and jelly filled donuts before supper.   Next is  eating chicken and drinking beer, then passing gas without having to get up and leave the room. Chicken and beer fest will happen  only once because of the debilitating heartburn.  And … like monkeys, there will be unabashed  itching and scratching of unspeakable  body parts.

In the evenings there will  be all kinds of colorful fireside revelations and a knee-slapping  chorus of  “Wow…This is the life!”  In fact one of these three husbands, and I won’t name names, went so far as to say he was having more fun than he had on his wedding night….  I ‘m sure he was referring to the hours between the wedding ceremony and the first toast. He’ll be doing penance with a brush and  paint  bucket if my much older sister finds out what he said.  But then I suspect ‘my source’ is  just as guilty of such reckless talk otherwise he wouldn’t be ‘spilling’  already.

There  will be brandy, cigars and  raucus card playing where fortunes in fishing gear will be gambled away. But they are all such lousy card players, that  except for a few nymph flies, they’ll leave with what they came with.  Talking about nymphs, the closest they will get to female ‘action’ is with Katrina, the blow up doll.

In the mornings the guys pull straws to see who gets to parade Katrina  like she was ‘the chick that stayed the night’. Also, with Katrina strapped in the front seat, it permits the winner to race their boat in the  HOV lane to get to the ‘sweet spot’ before all the other boats arrive. Now that’s life in the fast lane!

At the end of the week, our husbands will arrive home unshaven and unkempt but with a renewed swagger in their walk. Their fishing trip will be  mealtime conversational fodder until Christmas and we three sisters will wink and smile because we know what they really do on their fishing trips.

BC Canada Fishing

2 Fish That Didn't get Away

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5 comments… add one
  • Lexi_tice July 1, 2010, 6:46 pm

    Haha, I love this, reminds me of my husband! You are a great writer, I got very into it

  • PillowThrowDecor July 2, 2010, 1:42 am

    I love writing stories … especially silly ones. My family provides me a lot of material to work with …especially my much older sister and then my much much older sister. They worry a lot about what comes out of my mouth next… and they should 'cause it's payback time! 🙂

  • PillowThrowDecor July 2, 2010, 1:51 am

    I'm glad you enjoyed it. Fun!!!

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