Hooked For Good

Fishing can be and is for me all consuming. It is like narcotic, it literally hooks you and the prospect for escape is rather bleak.

Now when I planned a family holiday, I try to find a destination that allows me to smuggle in some fishing. When I visit the supermarket I tour the fish display and try to identify the fishes. On last count I spent more than 50% of my annual leave on fishing trips. I have also spent more money on fishing related gears and activities than all my other past and presence hobbies combined. Notice that no dollar value is given here – just in case my wife is reading this. My biggest worry is that my wife (when I'm dead) will sell my fishing gear for what I said I paid for. And last night I dreamt of a rod tip bending and I woke up in excitement.

When I first started fishing, my wife saw the enthusiasm and the glow in my eyes and she thought that I was having an affair. She now realized through strategic communication on my part that fishing is ‘hubby safe’. I used to tell her that most anglers are men and occasionally you do have some female anglers but they all look like man.