A little fishing humor by Robert Crawford

Most people think that fishing is fishing. You buy a fishing rod, put some line on it, you buy some bait, and then you cast it in the water and pull in a fish. Let me tell you my friends, this is not true fishing. Anyone who is a true fisherman (or fisherwoman) can confirm this. And of all the fisherman out there, the ones that fish for bass can really attest to the addiction.

Once you become a bass fisherman, there is almost no help for you. You open your tackle box and you have your wife’s make-up color palette beat hands down. What other man could keep a serious face talking about chartreuse? Not to mention the pet names that float across the water when he has hooked a “nice ‘un”. If the wifey was around and heard that all the names he used to call her were now reserved for a set of fins and gills, forget the couch, he is about to see much more of his bass boat because that’s his new bed.

Aside from the emotional strain it may put one in off the water, nothing trumps the addiction’s monetary side effects. As much as women get the blame for spending a lot of money on “needless things”, one has not seen the true offender until they have been involved with a bass addict. What woman needs 15-25 different colors of the same shoe? Translate that into bass lures, and a grown man will dream of the newest color that has hit the sporting good shelves. So what if he already has 17 of the same lure in different shades, and multiples of each?!

If any of you have been affected, or know someone who has, please lend them a shoulder. Make sure your wallet or purse is in eyeshot while you are there, the culprit may need some new fishing hooks.