Twenty years ago, when we were still in the infatuation phase, my wife decided to come to the lake with me. We fished and I was impressed with her in that she would actually take the crappie off the hook, measure it and toss it back if it was under 10". I had an old wollered out log of a boat - 16' stick steer, fiberglass with a 65 'rude. Two seats and a cooler in the middle. Anyway, we fished some brushtops and had a pretty good mess of fish. Back at the ramp, she said that she would back the trailer in the water. After watching her handle fishing for crappie, and knowing her family background as river rats (not high performance boating - fishing with throw lines and running the river in jonboats and such) I figured - mistakenly - that her daddy had taught her to back the trailer in the water. WRONG!! After four or five stabs, she finally got out of the car and screamed at the top of her lungs for me to come back this d@&n trailer into the water. I had actually dropped the troller in and was drinking my second or third beer before she jumped out, but the funny thing was there were three or four other boats waiting to take out that had done the same with me to watch.
Never again have I asked her to back it in. I'll get the tires wet, jump in the boat, then she'll pull it out. But that's it. When it's time to take it out, she's holding it off the bank 'till I get the trailer in, and after I put it on the trailer she'll pull it just ever so slightly out. Then it is all back on me.
riceless
