I learned after I was married that one of my husband’s prerequisites for deciding if I was the ONE, was whether or not I could bait a hook. I answered yes, of course, because when he asked, I thought back to the time when I was twelve and actually put crickets on hooks for catching brim. Have I  baited a hook since then? No. But he didn’t ask me that. After we were married he reminded me that I said I could bait a hook. I simply replied that sure I can do that, but I choose not to. I think he feels a little cheated–but hey, we live in a world of choices, right?

So, what do I do on a serious day of fishing? I bring along my lawn chair and read the Bible or a novel.