11 years Where has the time gone? (alternate title Why do you think marriage is like fishing)

My hair doesn’t always look like this.  I was NOT trying to go for any look whatsoever.  I went to bed with the bobbypins in my hair and  got up in the morning and stuck the visor on my head.

I don’t like to go fishing. I will not go into all the details and explain my opinions and thoughts.  However, it is important that you know I don’t like fishing.

My husband LOVES fishing.  It’s one of his favorite things of all time!

For our anniversary (11 years!), Chris had to work the closing shift which meant he started at 2:15 pm.  So I (with the help of his incredible cousins)arranged that we would be able to spend the day together. I planned that we would go fishing in the morning (go wife!) and have lunch at Chili’s.  It sounded like a perfect day for Chris.  I was resigned to the fact that it would be an okay day for me. (I did get to go out to eat!)
Chris’s cousins arrived at our house at 7:00 (did I mention how awesome Matt and Melody are?) and we were out the door by 7:30.  We got on the lake and I was perfectly and happily resigned to the fact that I was going to spend all morning on the lake–fishing.
I may not like fishing, but I do want to point out a couple of things.  When I go fishing, I bait my own hook and take the fish off the hook.  Not because I’m that kind of girl.  Oh, no.  It’s because my husband MAKES me.  So not only do I not enjoy fishing, I can’t even get out of the girlie girl no-no’s.  I am shaking my head in disbelief of how cool I am!  (he he)
Continuing on….
We traveled to the other side of the lake and put a little tiny lure on my pole.  Little tiny.  It’s like I’m a kid because I only fish for bluegills and crappies (what do I know about this?  NOTHING.  I am just stating what my husband tells me.  Not that he has called me a little kid when I fish, I just used that to explain who fishes for what I fish for)  Oh, and let me describe my pole.  Chris had it when he was in elementary school.  It was made in the 1980’s, and it’s red with a green reel.  Oh, yes.  It’s a 1980’s Christmas fishing pole.
 As we were fishing up along the shoreline, the sun was making my eyes hurt.  I decided to cast out on the other side of the boat.  After I did that, I told Chris, “I know it would be better to fish along the other side, but the sun was hurting my eyes.”  Just after I said that, I felt my line pull (can I just reiterate that I SOUND like I know what I’m talking about, but I have no clue).  I had been catching enough weeds to make a salad (and when Chris said that, a salad sounded really good–not a seaweed salad!)  As I started to reel it in, I said, “I got something.” 
“I think it’s a big one.”
All of this was said with a bit of unbelievibility but not freaking out.

Chris looked over and as he did, it jumped. To which I heard, “Whoa!  That IS big. Keep going!”
It jumped again.
Chris:  I think you got a muskie!!!!!!
Gianna:  What do I do?
Chris: It is!  I’m pretty sure that’s a muskie!!!
Gianna:  What do I do?
Chris did not reply.
I stopped reeling and held on to my pole and said:  WHAT do I do?  I don’t know what to do!  I don’t fish!  Do I keep reeling?  Do I let him run out?  What do I do?
Chris (Finally): Just keep reeling him in.

Thank you!

So I did.  I reeled and reeled that baby in.  He swam on the boat and Chris was able to get him in the net.  He promptly jumped out and fortunately, Chris was able to net him again.

I caught a muskie.

5 lbs, 30 inches
And in case you don’t believe me, here he is again.
I had horizontally hooked his upper lip.  I don’t think he was going after my lure.  I think that he swam by the little white jig thing and got to close and gave himself a piercing.
He was slimy and gross.  He kept flopping all over the bottom of the boat and whacking my leg.  Confession time:  I was a girlie girl.  And Chris let me be.  I didn’t want to touch him as he was slimy and stinky.  I knew we had to figure out how to take a picture, but I WASN’T. Going. To. Touch. Him. So Chris put him on the fish scale for me. 
 As I waited patiently for the Fisherman to take the picture, I looked in the big guy’s mouth. 
Don’t do that! 
It will give you the willies. 
For those of you who don’t know this (as I did not know this), there are teeth on the roof of their mouths!  AAAAAACCCCKKKKK! 
A storm was rolling in so we got done with the photoshoot and the Fisherman started to batten down the hatches so we could fly across the lake to avoid the storm.  After he had everything secured, we both turned and saw Mr. Muskie by our boat floating belly up! 
Oh, NO! 
Mr. Muskie can’t DIE! 
That will completely RUIN the entire thing!
After giving him a little WPR (Water CPR), he was off.  And the great story was recovered.  The Fisherman KNEW he couldn’t be dead.  We didn’t do anything that would kill him like squeeze his airsack or have him swallow the hook–the Fisherman’s words, not mine.
So now we just had to get across the rough waters of Lake Johanna to the boat launch.  So we took off with our little 5 horsepowered motor.  The choppy waters kicked up so much water that I was SOAKING wet.  Literally, my entire lap down to my shoes was completely sopping. 
We were about 100 yards from the boat launch when we realized that the sun was out again. 
The storm missed us.
So what did the Fisherman decide to do? 
You got it!  We still had 2 hours dedicated to fishing.
Me;  But I’m SOAKED!
Fisherman:  You’ll dry.
Which of course, he was right and we did have a great time.  If we had not stayed out, the Fisherman would NOT have caught this
Kind of measly compared to Mr. Muskie, huh?

And we would not have seen this

or even this!
It was a great day.  And as we were leaving the lake, when the Fisherman said, “That was fun,”  I responded, “That WAS fun!”  Miracles CAN happen.
And that, my friends, concludes the  fishing portion of our anniversary.
Now for the ultimate question:
Why do you think marriage is like fishing?

About giannarae

I am a child of God who has been given the humbling job of being a wife and a mother to 4. Those whom He has given to me are my Sweet Peas and Buddies and one Honey.
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13 Responses to 11 years Where has the time gone? (alternate title Why do you think marriage is like fishing)

  1. Arletta Rue says:

    that is such a fun story,, and a fun way to remember number 11

  2. librariane says:

    Bwa-ha-ha: 'you'll dry'. I can hear him saying that!

    I also do not like fishing, but mostly because I find it boring. I'd rather sit in the boat and read a book, rather than wait for something to eat my lure or worm. I'll gladly eat fish that are caught, though!

  3. I am laughing out loud..this is great!! Happy Anniversary and what a wife you are…a true treasure. And next time I want a story written I am calling you and letting you re-tell it for me….awesome job, I felt I was there watching from the safe shores.
    May God bless you with many more years of marriage blessings and another exciting fishing trip.

  4. Rob says:

    Awesome story!

    Marriage is like fishing because if you catch it and keep it, you have to clean it. If you skip the hard parts, you miss the best parts.

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  6. Bless your heart!!! I like fishing, but only from the bank of a pond. I'm not fond of boats, at.all.

    Woohoo! to you for your catch!!!



  7. Taylor says:

    Um . . . I have no idea why marriage is like fishing, but, I do believe you win Wife-of-the-Year.

    Now, that's wrong.

  8. Heidi says:

    Just wanted to say thank you for making my day! You are awesome! I came across your blog because it was linked to Jenny's, but I gotta say I love you! I am impressed by all you have accomplished! Happy Anniversary! Maybe when I am in MN next, we can get together!?!? ~ Heidi G-C

  9. Jess says:

    Oh, I smiled BIG the whole time I was reading this. You are such a good sport Gianna, and all because you love your hubby so. You deserved to have a good time too, and I'm so glad you did. And that fish! WOW. How cool is that!

    Happy Anniversary!

  10. Carey says:

    It's messy (and sometimes stinky!), but surprisingly fun if you give it a chance!

    Love it!!

  11. Jenn says:

    Just found your blog through BlogHer and after reading this post I was laughing so hard. You are a great story teller and very funny!

    Happy Anniversary!

  12. denise says:

    i love how you go back and forth and compromise and “give” to one another…great marriage metaphor and i enjoyed the details…

  13. Elizabeth says:

    I have no idea why marriage is like fishing, but, I do believe you win Wife-of-the-Year.

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