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