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You're wife angrily asks why you seem to have a fishing buddy nearby, no matter where you go for vacation.
Wife is afraid to go into the basement or half the garage for fear of treble hook-adorned plugs.
You get chewed out for plugs stuck in curtains, living room rug, and baby's car seat.
Dead animal parts and fly-tying gear on kitchen counter.
Soup pot of live eels in fridge takes wife by surprise.
You never look at the calendar, but have tide tables at work, in the car, on the computer desk, on the fridge, and on the nightstand next to the bed.
Wife has to sit in the back seat, because your fishing gear's in the front passenger seat.
Coworkers think you have a drinking problem because you come in red-eyed and tired every morning.
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