The husband was looking at the newspaper the other day and noticed a blurb about a fishing and boating show. He asked if I wanted to go with him. I couldn't think fast enough, figured it was either that or do laundry at home, and agreed.
Ladies, take notice. If your significant other ever suggests such a venture, do not make the mistake I did. Especially if said venue is outdoors in Florida anytime between May and September. Be sure and have your significant other drop you off first at the movies, mall, antique show, craft show or anywhere else.
Because if I thought shopping with him in the Wal-Mart sporting goods department was bad, a fishing show is MUCH, MUCH worse. Going with your husband to a fishing show is like taking a child to a carnival. He has to go to every single booth and talk with every single person in the booth. First he talks with the person about the products or service the vendor is selling. Then, they get a history of how long my husband has been fishing and hunting and how Florida has changed so much. Twenty minutes later, well, my eyes just sort of glaze over and I stand there with this silly smile on my face not knowing -- or caring -- what the conversation is about.
Then we go to the next booth, and the routine starts over. My husband can talk about reels, rods, lures even, get this, the LINE. I mean, seriously, he had a conversation over the best fishing line to use. Sigh. Meanwhile, sweat is pouring down my face and in my eyes. I'm having heat stroke and he's discussing the difference between a silver spoon and a feather lure or something. Plus, I have a bored child hanging on me and whining about the heat.
Three hours later, my husband turns to me and asks if I wanted something to eat. I'm thinking chain restaurant or fried clams (for some reason I had a hankering for seafood). Then I followed his gaze to the barbecued pork sandwiches someone was selling at the fishing show. Oh no. I drew the line at that. If I'm going to stand around listening to fishing discussions and waste a whole Saturday, the least I deserve is a meal out of it.
And not some lousy pork sandwich.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
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I can totally relate. It was Walleye Weekend in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, (about 30 minutes from where we live, on Lake Winnebago) Also home to Mercury Marine. Familiar with the boat motor? They sponsor the annual fishing tournament. First prize is huge, but you have to have a Mercury motor on your boat to enter, so boyfriend can't get in because he has an Evinrude. He usually fishes on Winnebago though, so he was pretty interested in the results. Rained all weekend here, even though the temperatures were pretty comfortable. I would have liked to have gone because the Bodines were playing there on Saturday nite. Little more interesting than your standard fishing and boating show. They have alot of entertainment and stuff for kids to do. I've gone with him to boat and sportsman shows though, so I know what you mean. Pretty boring. I usually walk around and look at the propellors. Twelve years as a powder coater. Mercury Marine and BRP (company that makes Johnson/Evinrude parts) were some of our customers. We spent hours and hours a day, painting, pressing and packaging aluminum boat propellors. Everytime I see a propellor, I try to guess the part number, and I wonder if I may have painted or pressed it. Sometimes I thought I was seeing them in my sleep.
ReplyDeleteI haven't gone with my husband to a fishing tournament yet. I'm afraid of that. I guess this is why he doesn't like going to craft shows with me. Too boring for him. I wouldn't have minded so much but it was really hot and he just talked about silly things.
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