My first wife knew of my addiction to hunting and fishing when we were married. In fact on our wedding day, Nov 20, 1960, it was what we called "doe day". NOTHING kept me from hunting on doe day. It snowed 6" inches that day in Centralia, the wedding was at 3:00. We got back at noon with two deer.

Nine years later she arranged for me to take the wife of friends of ours steelhead fishing several times that winter. Of course why this arrangement was made never occurred to me until much later. She divorced him and I divorced her.

And, yes, I have always taken some of the blame. Absence makes......

My present wife doesn't really care how much I fish and or how long I'm gone......Hey, wait a minute!