Good days fishing

When I fi rst met the girl that was to become my wife, one of the fi rst things she told me was that she loved to go fi shing. I knew then and there I wanted to marry her. Our tenth date was a fi shing trip that turned out to be one of those great days fi shing you never read about on Wal-Mart T-shirts because we had caught our limit of trout by noon, then limited on channel catfi sh by 8 p.m…