My husband loves to fish. I mean, he really, really loves fishing. I don't think I can convey how much he loves fishing.
Actually, I can. We're taking a fishing trip this weekend to the North Carolina Smoky Mountains. My husband was so excited last night (Thursday) that he couldn't sleep, even though we're not even leaving until Saturday morning. He spent the entire night tossing and turning, like a kid before Christmas morning, or in this case, like a kid before Christmas Eve. Eventually he gave up on any hope of sleep and spent the tiny hours of the morning giggling at fishing memes. Such as this one:
Or this one:
And this one:
All of which he was very excited to show me this morning!
But I don't mind. I like fishing too. I grew up fishing off the dock at my grandparents house every summer, and in the creek and river behind my parents' house. All I ever did was bait fishing with blood-worms. Later, when I first met my husband, we'd go catfishing with cheesy hot dogs. Which is only to say, I like to fish, but I'm pretty low on the spectrum of technical fishing.
My husband is just the opposite and right now he's into fly-fishing. We're aiming to catch some trout in the mountains this weekend.
I'm excited because it's so nice to have my old husband back. He can get more excited about fishing and being outside then anyone I've ever known. Isn't it funny the things we love about our partners? It's not the money, it's not the looks, it's their passion and excitement for something. At least, that's how it is for me (though my husband isn't hard on the eyes either).
So wish me luck! I've never really fly-fished before, but my husband made me take a free class last weekend so I think I have an idea of what I'm supposed to do. He also very nicely gave me some flies he tied himself. Isn't he sweet :)