Its really amazing how in life there are things that you absolutely have to do, things you have to get done, things that drag you down, but in the end when ski fishing comes around, I'll drop them like a bad habit.
Now if only I could hire someone to come finish my upstairs so I can go fishing.
I ordered some terminal tackle today and a shallow dawg, Rollies was out of the LOTW perch so they called and left a message.
The old lady happened to be home and callled me at work, (Mind you overtime on a friday) to say "Honey can you pick me up a bulldog and some splitrings on your way home, Were running low"
I tell you; I can't sneak a fart by her.

Try beano, maybe you'll get that fart by her.

Once when my wife was on a; " We have enough muskie baits. No more muskie baits." kick, I went out a bought one and hid it someplace until I could sneak it in the tackle box. This was oh about 8 years ago. I hid it so well that to this day I can't find it. Don't have a clue what I did with it.