I have come to learn that fishing and relationships have a close...well....relationship. Whether it be missing a friend's event because "the bite was really hot" and "I lost track of time" or because you stayed out for extra hour for (another) last cast and ended up catching a monster...only to be forced to hang it up in the doghouse.
About two months ago, on a camping trip, I actually forwent fishing (for smallmouth in the Kankakee river in the fall during a low pressure front) in favor of spending time with a rather striking young lady in my group. SHe enjoyed fishing, but not as much as me...and overcoming the occasional oblivious, blockhead-ish tendencies of my gender, I managed to gleam, through nonverbal messages that she would rather spend time with me away from the river. As a result, we have been dating and it is going great. She even put up with my cabin fever-induced idea to run out on a frozen pond with a maul and attack the ice to make a hole. (My patience runs out with ice fishing...I may be a die-hard angler, but I'm rarely crazy enough for fishing through a hole in the Northern Illinois winter. I don't understand how some of you do it...do you use morphine or bring a T.V. with you to numb the pain and boredom. haha Either way, I applaud you.)
So, what role has fishing played in your relationships, what funny stories do you have, and how might fishing ruin your New Year's resolution to be a better friend, significant other, or family member?
