OMG I'm a fishing widow!

Hello all, NBB here again. Another reason why Sharon hasn’t been blogging is that in addition to Rangering and writing, she’s discovered a new passion: fishing.

It’s work related--one of the programs the Rangers give in the summer and they have a lot of fishing related programs. So Sharon was given a gov’t issue pole, a small set of tackle and some basic instructions, and she’s taken to it like a fish to a bicycle.

It’s been about a week now and she’s already blasé about the sunfish she was so excited about at the beginning. She went out with The Boys and gained major cred by being the only one to land a catfish--a twenty pounder, no less.

Well, she almost landed a catfish. It, er, got away, she sheepishly explained but could swear that it was at least this big.

Uh huh.

I see a trip to the sporting goods store in my immediate future, to purchase her own fishing pole and probably gear to strap it to her bike. She’s already started looking up fishing locales in our local parks. She denies it, but I can tell that I’m going to be an Opening Weekend Widow(er) next year--in fact she got slightly testy when I brought this up, before immediately announcing that the next time we went to the store, she needed to pick up a can of Spam because she’d read that’s what bottom feeders really like.

Hoo boy.