By Pete Robbins
There are few things that’ll test a marriage as much as mismatched fishing tastes.
Trout and bass? Don’t mix.
Finesse and power? Probably a problem.
So what was I to do when I found out the my wife likes to Carolina rig? I mean, she really loves it. It was almost like she was cheating on me, because while I understand the effectiveness of the rig, and use it when necessary, I hate it. All things being equal, I’d rather do just about anything than drag the cannonball. It’s like watching paint dry, grass grow and a Young and the Restless marathon at the same time…while listening to Celine Dion.
We’d been catching a few fish early on topwaters on this most recent trip to El Salto. Not a lot of big’uns, but enough hard strikes on a Rico or a buzzbait to get your blood pumping with a realistic chance of a toad mixed in. So we’re out on our last day on the lake. I repeat, our last day on the lake, and catching a few on top, and before the sun gets fully up, she announces to our guide that she thinks we have a better chance of catching good fish on the rig. Without giving me a chance to offer an opinion on the matter, the guide agreed, or at least acquiesced, and we picked up stakes and headed deep.
Of course she was right. We caught more and better fish dragging. But that’s kinda beside the point. I feel 10-plus years into our marriage I learned something about her, and I’m not sure where we go from here.