For those of you whom I haven’t met yet, my husband and I travel a lot… and we fish a lot. Actually, the first 3 months of our marriage we lived out of the back of a Subaru on some no-name dirt roads in New Zealand. All in the name of fly-fishing.
We fish every chance we get. So when David’s birthday approached and I asked what he wanted? of course the answer was fishing. While this trip involved driving 3 hours instead of flying 24 and we upgraded from the Subaru trunk to the “Budget Inn,” some things will NEVER change. I still have no idea why my husband needs 3 bags for 1 night of fishing, where the leak in my waders is, and why we’re still crazy for fish after all these years?