The story that comes to mind is when I first took my new wife fishing. We were on our way to visit my parents for the first time in Colorado. We both decided to purchase a day license and we fished a river I never fished before--the Gunnison river. We tried our luck with some Panther Martens. Right away, I hooked up with a nice 16-inch brown trout. I then moved out of the way and let my wife try her hand at fishing. As I eagarly watched, she hooked into a very big fish. It was the biggest brown trout I ever saw. As the 5lb+ brown jumped, it snapped the line, losing the lure. She responded by shrugging her shoulders and saying, "Oh, well," very unenthusastically. I was stunned. If I had hooked that giant, I would have cussed up a storm if I had lost him. She obviously did not care for my love of fishing. The lesson I learned that day? Don't expect your other half to love everything you do.

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