Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
Before Hubby and I married, our relationship developed through letters and treasured phone calls as we were 6 hours apart most of the time. That’s what happens when you fall in love with a Marine stationed out of state. For two months from our first meeting, we wrote, getting to know each other on paper. Then Hubby came home on leave to go fishing with his dad and brothers in Canada. While there, he wrote me a love letter on birch bark, which I still have.
I knew I’d end up marrying that fisherman. And marrying him meant embracing his interests. Then, as we had boys, I had to choose to join them or stay behind. I’m sure several of you may be thinking, “I’d stay behind.”
One of my favorite dating memories is going fishing with Hubby. I had fished with my dad as a child, but Hubby took the time to reteach me out to bait my hook (I use meal worms, but totally draw the line at touching maggots that Hubby uses.) and cast my line. With the sun shining on our faces, the gentle breezes blowing through our hair and birds serenading, we stood knee deep in the water casting and talking.
After the boys were born, we fished together as a couple with his dad and brother. This time the boys stayed with Grandma. That day is another one that gets stored away in the Favorite Memories mind bank. With the hustle and bustle of parenting, it’s great for couples to get away and enjoy one another. Again, he took the time to help me cast. And we talked. And laughed. And smooched in the shadows of the covered bridge over the stream where we fished. A definite Happy Moment.
He teases me about using my paper towels and hand sanitizer. Doesn’t bother me. I may be embracing his interests and having fun doing it, but I’m not crazy!
Sadly I allowed a disastrous fishing experience and my phobia of snakes keep me from going fishing again and adding more memories to the Favorite Memories mind bank.
Recently we went fishing with the boys. I had forgotten how peace the streams were. With the craziness in our schedules and all the noise we hear during the day, it was so nice to unplug and head for the water. I pulled on my hip waders, adjusted the brim of my hat, and trudged down the path with fishing pole in hand while begging God to keep all snakes out of my path and line of vision. And the day couldn’t have been more perfect. And yes, God answered my prayers about the snakes. And I caught a fish!! My sister asked me what kind, and I told her “a spotted one.” I caught a brown trout.
If you’re looking for an inexpensive Date Night (or Day), consider going fishing. If neither of you know how to fish, find a local Trout Unlimited chapter or other fishing organization in your area and learn!
I’d draw the line at maggots too! You are such a good wife. It inspires me to think about what hobbies of his my husband would want me to embrace. Hmmm…
It’s all about compromise, LindsAy. At least that’s what I learned. If I do things he likes, then he’s more willing to do things I like.
Aww, my parents went fishing on their first date. (My dad was 16 and my mom was 13…crazy!!)
I love hearing about your parents’ romance, Melissa. In one of my upcoming books, their first date is on the water. Such fun. 🙂
Lisa as a fisherwoman…wait I have to wrap my brain around that image. Maybe I’ll get to do a bit of fishing in Maine with boys…thanks for reminding me about the Favorite Memories bank.
Susan, I have pictures to prove it!! Be sure to take pictures of you fishing with the boys. Even if you don’t catch anything, there’s freedom in casting and standing in the peaceful water.
I taught my hubby to fish. Early in our relationship, I took him fishing and he was hooked! He watched every fishing show that winter, and was prepared for the next season. We go bass and northern pike fishing in Wisconsin, perch fishing on Lake Michigan, and blue gill fishing every June.
Our kids all fish too. Such a peaceful break from the world – and a good fish fry to boot.
Oh, I forgot, LOVE YOUR NEW SITE!!! Beautiful!
Loree, I LOVE that you taught your hubby to fish. And I giggled over the hooked pun, whether it was intentional or not. I don’t mind fishing, but I am not crazy about eating it.
I like to go fishing…not to actually fish, but to sit on the bank or in the boat and let my mind wander, to enjoy what God has made.
Personally, if I do fish, I prefer those little rubber worms from Walmart.
Oh! and I love this site too. Such peaceful colors!