Update: I started this post with a completely innocent title -
"Mr. Handsome and His Whopper."
It struck a fellow blogger as funny, and she sent me an email telling me so. I immediately ran in and changed it to something less suggestive, but left the blogger a comment so she would know I wasn't offended. That led to another comment. I decided I better phone my sweet husband and let him know I'd done a post about him that sounded very suggestive. I was afraid he'd be horrified. I told him, "I was just trying to be sweet, showing the boys the fish you caught, and now I've made you sound like some character out of a cheap p*orno movie." He, being a very normal male, thought it was hysterical and said it is obvious you can pretend to be anything on the internet. So, there you go - two titles, take your pick. If you're a male, I'm pretty sure which one will appeal to you. My intention was warm, fuzzy, but if you ROTFL instead, so be it.
I thought it comical to make this note, about this subject, in small print...
We're back from our trip out west, and I have a heartful of stories to share with all of you. Before I do that, I want to share this photo.
My husband, Don, went fishing in upper New York state a few weeks ago. He and a group of men from work have been treking up there for quite a few years to catch salmon. He decided, before he left for the trip, it would be his last time to go. He has a son and two son-in-laws he wants to start going bass fishing with instead. Down in Texas. About 1500 miles between the two fishing spots. Sarah and Leslie have already added 3 little boys to go on the trips eventually.
God was gracious enough to let him have the best trip yet. This salmon, weighing in at 30 lbs, was not only the biggest catch of the trip, it was his biggest fish ever. He's been fishing for a long time.
Our son, Dan, used his graphic degree to doctor up the photo some, switching from color to B&W, fixing edges, etc. He didn't add anything to the size of the fish, just the quality of the photo, then he framed it for his office. I will be enlarging it and framing it for our family room wall. I love the look on his face, that look of satisfaction. I don't wish I'd been on the boat. I have killer motion sickness. I do wish I could have seen, right then, how happy he was.
I thought my male readers (there are a few!) would enjoy seeing what we've been eating lately. We had a little bit of him last night, baked with onion, garlic, lemon juice, and topped with some pizza sauce and a dab of guacamole when he came out of the oven. We'll be eating salmon all through the winter, thanks to this guy and another one who weighed in at 29 lbs.
I feel better about it all since Don told me the fish are spawning and will die, even if they're not caught. The fish doesn't feel any better, but I do.
Likely not the most exciting post for many of you women out there, but I wanted to pay tribute to a husband who catches fish like this, and yet, realizes he needs to head south to fish with his boys. Pretty amazing man in my book. Nice that he's handsome as heck too.
posted at 9:48 AM