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Fishing at My Own Wedding?
Some might say this is not the smartest post I've ever done, but what can I say... I've got the sickness. I had the voicemail and the photo. I had to post it, right?
I'm apologizing in advance. Right here. Right now. So when my gorgeous, brilliant, talented wife gets wind of this I won't have to scrub my garage floor with a toothbrush this weekend.
The above phone message was recorded at my own wedding just over a month ago and the photograph was taken at the time of said message by my friend Charlie. Of course I didn't have my cell phone with me and got the message the next day.
I'll give you a nice shiny nickel if you can correctly guess what I was doing. All I'm gonna say is that it involved KD, Nate Matthews (an F&S editor), quite a bit of Maker's Mark, a stashed rod, and some stocked bass ponds that were a stones throw from the tent.
Oops.
TR
Wow.... dog house, maybe? But good for you.
Posted by: Fat Guy Alex | October 22, 2008 at 05:30 AM
Now that's funny right there.
Posted by: Labrat | October 22, 2008 at 07:37 AM
I can neither confirm nor deny the whereabouts of Mr. Matthews or myself at the time of this phone message.
Posted by: KD | October 22, 2008 at 08:14 AM
Camped out by the punch bowl?
Posted by: Evan V | October 22, 2008 at 08:36 AM
Nothing more than a healthier variation of men gathering in a country club locker room sharing stories and a libation whilst waiting for the bride to change into her leave-the-ceremony outfit. Times change. The need to bond with friends on the special day do not. Beware the velcroed couple ...
Posted by: curmudgeon | October 22, 2008 at 11:01 AM
curmudgeon,
well put my friend. well put.
Posted by: tim romano | October 22, 2008 at 11:39 AM
wow...a picture that could in no way deliver those thousand words...classic.
Posted by: Charlie | October 22, 2008 at 12:31 PM
Personally, I think you're a D*#K. And that's not DUCK. But I'm female and not going to reap the benefits of your screwup for the rest of my life like your wife will. So she can afford to be understanding.
I would suggest you don't pull a childish stunt like that again unless you'd like someone else to be enjoying the charms of your (ex - if it happens again) wife.
Posted by: MissyMoose | October 22, 2008 at 12:44 PM
It was my fault. I talked him into it. I'm the duck.
Posted by: KD | October 22, 2008 at 12:58 PM
Whoa PissyMoose! No need for four letter name calling.
Posted by: tim romano | October 22, 2008 at 12:58 PM
wow, sounds like someone (missymoose) needs to get some ACTION soon...
Posted by: joey | October 22, 2008 at 01:32 PM
tim, i think she was calling you a DORK. aren't all fly fishermen just a bunch of DORKs? (me included)
Posted by: joey | October 22, 2008 at 01:33 PM
not to worry- i entertained her for you.
Posted by: jason | October 22, 2008 at 01:40 PM
Simply awesome. BTW was missymoose being serious or do you know her?
Posted by: Patrick | October 22, 2008 at 03:12 PM
Timmy,
Man that is a classic! But I bet she knew what you were before she said "I Do" So I think that just shows what a great catch she is and your future children will love the story of how you got "lucky" on your wedding night at the pond.
Best Wishes for you and the new misses.
JMAL
Posted by: Jon Malovich | October 22, 2008 at 03:49 PM
I say it's never too soon to set a precedent. Good job.
Posted by: Drew | October 22, 2008 at 03:49 PM
Here's a slight variation of the same story: A buddy of mine was getting married and in the middle of the reception, which was held in a building on a beach in Alaska, I had the Best Man approach the Groom with a strung-up rod and get him to go outside to wet a line. Hey - why let a little thing like your wedding get in the way of some fishing??
So there we were, yukking it up in our tuxes down on the beach, when here comes the game warden, and - I'm not kidding - he writes my buddy a ticket! The Nazi writes him up for not having his fishing license on him! I was so steamed at the indiscretion of the cop, that I came *very* close to spending a few weeks in jail to punish him for it (thank you, Kevin S. - wherever you are - for intervening, but I still sometimes think it could have been worth it).
Posted by: Woodstock | October 22, 2008 at 04:13 PM
That truly is a classic. I adore my daughter's sense of humor and her good catch.
Posted by: Holiday | October 22, 2008 at 04:37 PM
Do what I do Tim throw your friends under the bus. I do it to E. Bruun all the time. He doesn't care he knows he can do the same thing to me its all good.
Blaming your friends for your indescretion is easy and you know as well as I do if your wife is a good one she wants to believe you and blame your friends anyway. I bet Deeter took one for the team anyhow.
By the way Missy Moose "kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Posted by: Chad Miller | October 22, 2008 at 05:09 PM
He doesn't know he knows me by association.
So yeah, I was busting his ba**s just a BIT, but I still know he's soooo gonna pay for this. For years, and years, and years... :)
Posted by: MissyMoose | October 22, 2008 at 05:14 PM
Woodstock,
That's nuts. I was at a very good friends wedding here in Boulder years ago and there were about twenty of us going out for drinks late night. The bride and groom included. Neither of them had IDs and the first place went went to would not let them in. We explained that it was their wedding and they simply didn't have ID's on them. They wouldn't budge. We took our $1000 bar tab and moved it down the street. Unbelievable.
Posted by: tim romano | October 22, 2008 at 05:17 PM
Chad,
I throw Deeter under the bus every chance I get. Not to worry.
Posted by: tim romano | October 22, 2008 at 05:19 PM
dang ... i shouldn't have left early!
Posted by: kelly | October 22, 2008 at 06:34 PM
I hope there were no carp in that pond, those Hickies will surely put you in the doghouse!! Congrats on your marriage, sounds like you picked the right one!
Carpman
Posted by: Eric | October 22, 2008 at 09:05 PM
My brother and I fished all morning on Deeter's initiation pond and just as my bride began down the isle he leans in (like hes gonna wipe a tear or something) and asks me smell the bass stink on his hands. My wife wondered for years why I had that expression on my face at that moment...
Posted by: Jon | October 22, 2008 at 09:32 PM