A Blog From The Wife of a Bass Fisherman

I wake up to find that the bed is warm and cozy on my husbands side, but not from him, the dog is snuggled in his place. He has abandoned his warm covers to sneak into the world of the worm! With all his tackle in tow and and a buddy along with him, he is headed to launch at a faraway lake somewhere.

I know that sleeping in does not appeal to some, and that is definitely my husband. He gets up before dawn, to get on the lake and start "catchin' 'em". He pulls out his Setyr rods and hooks on a crainkbait to see what's out there. He tells me now is the prime time because the bass are about to spawn.

After a full day on the lake he comes home with rough thumbs from lipping bass and smelling like Gulp spray, which he thinks doubles as cologne! He has the funnies looking farmer tan, and a windburned face to match from all the "running" on the lake at full plane.

He tells me stories of the ones that got away, and says that he out fished his buddy, Nick. He tells me how peaceful is is to watch the sun rise over the water and to hear all of nature during the day. This does sound intriguing to me, and maybe someday I will join him, but for now, I just look at him, laugh, and resume my scrap booking!