My husband has been OBSESSED with ice fishing lately. He watches videos, he chats with his older brother on his catches, he looks at all fish pictures on social media and he WON’T shut up about it.
He even pulled up a picture of a past trophy. A crappy he caught years ago, it was as large as a 1 liter Mountain Dew bottle. He wanted to mount it and hang it in our living room. Death on the walls isn’t really my vibe (unless it’s a European style mount, which a fish is not).
I am not an ice fisher. It’s not that I’m against it, I just don’t support winter. This is the first year I’ve bought a warm coat and have the whole winter outfit – snow pants and everything. While I could go and sit in the ice house, where they tell me is warm, I prefer to be out on the ice when the sun is out in a lawn chair soaking up the sun.
To me, fishing is a summer sport.
To be honest, I don’t like touching fish, so even in the summer you’ll likely find me with a book in hand rather than a rod. I LOVE being outside and I often go ice drinking or boating while others fish.
Hubby had time off this week. He charged his ice fisher finder thingy, prepped the auger, bought a new rod, new line, new tip ups and went ice fishing with his older brother.
He was gone for 12 hours.
He called me on his way home and told me ALL about it. The thing that was interesting to me was his most enthusiastic stories were not of the fish he caught but of the ones that got away.
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There is someone from my past that my husband thinks about more than I do.
For whatever reason, my hubby seems to think that this person is THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY… from me.
It’s weird.
To be fair, that person meant a lot to me.
AT.
THE.
TIME.
25 years ago!
YEARRRRRRRRS!
Now, do I constantly talk about this person or share memories of that time?
No.
Do I stalk him on social platforms or share things HE’s up to?
No.
I don’t.
The thing is, he’s in my past. A past that helped shape me but nonetheless the past. I prefer to live in the present moment… where life happens.
Hopefully my hubs will decide to join me.
Besides, maybe the most enthusiastic stories for us are never of the people we’ve dated but of the ones that we haven’t.
😉
You know, the ones swimming just under the ice, where you can kind of see the shadows it casts. The monsters you’ve almost hooked but in the catching process they seem to get away….
Namaste,
Jes xoxo