kayakfisher
10-24-2003, 12:30 PM
One Saturday morning a fisherman gets up early, dresses quietly, gets his
lunch made, puts on his long johns, grabs the dog and goes to the
garage to hook up his boat to the truck and head down the road.
Coming out of his garage rain is pouring down; it is like a
torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with
the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.
Minutes later, he returns to the garage. He comes back into the
house and turns the TV to the weather channel.
He finds it's going to be bad weather all day long,
so he puts his boat back in the garage, quietly
undresses and slips back into bed.
There he cuddles up to his wife's back, now with
a different anticipation, and whispers,
"The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies,
"Can you believe my stupid husband is
out fishing in that stuff?"
lunch made, puts on his long johns, grabs the dog and goes to the
garage to hook up his boat to the truck and head down the road.
Coming out of his garage rain is pouring down; it is like a
torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with
the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.
Minutes later, he returns to the garage. He comes back into the
house and turns the TV to the weather channel.
He finds it's going to be bad weather all day long,
so he puts his boat back in the garage, quietly
undresses and slips back into bed.
There he cuddles up to his wife's back, now with
a different anticipation, and whispers,
"The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies,
"Can you believe my stupid husband is
out fishing in that stuff?"