Loving Wife?
Unlike George in the following cartoon clip, I think I have a pretty damn good fishing wife. She has been very tolerant of my fishing obsession, and tackle-tartiness to some extremes I’m far too embarrassed to confess to and write about on my blog. Letting me go off on carp trips overseas for months without complaining about it is only half the story. She’s really good like that, kudos where it is deserved, she’s a gem and I am so very lucky to have caught her.
To give you an example of what a good egg she is; I used to do a lot of trailer boat fishing out off our local reefs in the Indian Ocean, when I was younger and fitter. Sometimes, not always, I’d come home with a good feed of fish, which I’d slap down on the kitchen sink for the Missus to sort out. By the time I’d cleaned the boat, flushed the motors and stowed my gear I was absolutely buggered, so I’d shower and go to bed for a kip to recover. Upon waking I find all the fish expertly skinned and filleted, placed in Clipseal bags and neatly stacked in the freezer, and all the guts, frames and scaled disposed of. Having owned three boats over a period of a decade or so, I never cleaned a single fish, although I’d brought home hundreds for the table! Awesome! How lucky was I???
Happy hippo hunting 
Niblet
