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ALERT: THIS BLOG HAS BEEN HIJACKED BY TIM’S W.I.F.E. We just returned from our belated honeymoon in Mexico where I was made painfully aware of my dear husband’s complete and total obsession. Sure, you’re thinking I might have caught on sooner like at our wedding reception when he disappeared to grab a dance with a bass, or if he got really lucky, a carp. Or when he says he has a “meeting” with K.D. and later I find pictures of the two of them on a riverbank decked out in scuba gear and helmet cams. What the…? Or what about when he spends all afternoon fishing in downtown Denver and comes back really muddy and smelling like sewage? However, to date, nothing compares to what I witnessed a few days ago…

We were lounging poolside at a nice resort in Cabo San Lucas. Tim’s routine is to Fish.Lounge.Eat/Drink.Fish.Lounge.Eat/Drink. One of my favorite parts of this routine is when he emerges from the beach and treks through the pool deck loaded with gear and wearing a dorky hat. People stare at him like he’s an alien. Well, lucky gal I am, the alien sat down beside me and slurped down a few drinks. Next thing I know, he is eyeing a lizard (yes, as in the small reptile) sunning itself on a rock across the pool. Without missing a beat, he picks up his rod and casts at the lizard. The lizard follows the fly with his head, which gives Tim a rush of adrenaline. I could see the excitement coursing through his veins. He feverishly cuts the hook from the fly (as to not completely traumatize small children) and casts again. Sure enough, the lizard attacks the fly. It is at this moment that I realize the extent of his obsession. I feel like it would have been normal to have a good laugh, sit back and finish off his mojito. But no, not Tim, he spends the next hour stalking lizards around the pool…

So, this is my plea for advice from the anglers out there more dedicated than I… is my husband normal?

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