The guys from church go deep sea fishing together at least one a year but, from this blogging chair, it looks to me like they BUY the opportunity to be sea sick in front of their friends. Recently they went a second time along with their wives. Kathy was sick, but decided she might as well catch a fish as well, and stayed up top. This sounds smart to me. Why would you go below; to SHARE the ambiance and the scent of the group’s previous meals? Kathy didn’t catch anything but proudly told me her daughter, Marianne, had caught the biggest and best fish.
I talked to Brian, another day, who’d given Marianne permission to claim “her” fish after having done at least half the reeling in when her arms gave out. He also reeled in his Dad’s and several others’ fish too. I think he might not have claimed the biggest fish or even brought one home but, he caught the most!
Years ago, I and another wife, lake fished with our husbands, hers being an overly serious man, without one lick of humor around and about the subject of fishing. He was totally disgusted with my boredom and angry with my resulting chattiness. So he muttered about proper technique and separated himself from my endless talk and propensity to fall in any body of water I find.

If his wisdom holds true fish could not only hear my talk but could feel its vibrations down my line and into the water. Evidently the fish liked my chatty vibes better than his cranky ones. The more I talked the more I caught. The angry husband caught so few he rented a boat and from shore I could see him glare as I gleefully and noisily caught more. The situation was so ridiculous I laughed. I tried not to, I really did. I laughed not just at life but I laughed because of life’s supreme boobs. And the more laughed the faster I caught them!  nancymauerman.com