Fishing is seriously my favorite hobby, but I just don't get to indulge as much as I would like. Towards the end of winter, I start to dream about it, literally. We only fish in northern Wisconsin at my in-laws' cabin that is 3.5 hours away (out-of-state licenses are insanely expensive)! Travelling with a little one up north has significantly shortened my fishing hours and opportunities.
My dream would be to live on a lake so that I can fish whenever I want.
No, I don't touch the actual fish skin to scale, but they do make pink fishing gloves for the fabulous fisherwoman like myself... Note the designer shades, the jewelry, makeup, and curled hair.
I believe that my success at fishing (I'm always the one who catches the most) is due to the fact that I make the effort to look good for the fish, and they appreciate that. Or, maybe the reason is that I'm Asian, and they come to me because they are curious... they don't see a lot of diversity up in the small town in northern WI! Regardless, I love fishing and have been known to refuse liquids so I don't have to go back to the cabin to pee.
I am still on the quest for the trophy Musky (42+ inches) that I can have replicated and put on the wall in my office. I have my own very large tackle box that my husband is allowed to use when he's not smoking cigars, taking naps, or eating on the boat.
Alas, with #2 on the way this spring and a vehicle that is probably too small for a family of 4 to make a week-long trek, I will probably miss out on most of the fishing fun this summer - bummer - even after I made the leap to buy my first St. Croix rod last year. So sad. My baby will sit unused and unloved all summer unless I can convince my in-laws to bring it to me, and maybe I can find a local spot to scratch the fishing itch.
Cyndi M. Frick
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