Over the years I've been told how lucky I am having a wife who never complains,(well, other than the occasions I leave tackle around the house) about my obsession. I've always had her support.
Am I really the odd one out?
Well.
let me see......
Chest freezer full of crumb/bollie (home made) and measured hemp seed bags, no room for Lidl choc ices that she loves anymore, need to bag up the hemp, its June man.
Stinking towels from the "weigh in" hotting it up in the laundry basket, &^%$ all over the floor, floats under the coffee table and the odd carpet buried size 24 hook that serves as a landmine for the courageous bare footed, maggot boxes drying by the sink washing board alongside "bestest" wine glasses that have shared the same bath water (save the planet Jim, save the planet) landing net drip drying in the bath smelling a bit "after chub tang" competing with had a bath, splash of "brut".......no bog roll because I put the last one in the seat box and forgot to put it back before shopping day.
No slaps in the face yet brudda!
must be love!
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My ex used to nag me like there was no tomorrow about the amount of time I spent fishing, she even suggested coming with me
That's why she's my ex :w
Haha, I nearly killed my lady two years ago on our first fishing trip on the Tame together, she cast a bomb straight into a willow tree opposite bank, told her I'll see it I can get it out, turned my head round as I walked with the reel locked and forgot to tell her to do the same, the bomb pinged out of the tree and bounced off her forehead, left a massive greeny brown bruise for a fortnight, , she survived, hence still gives me a chuckle to this day
wasn't on purpose either, "can I come with you", no love, too dangerous......LOL
