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My boyfriend of 2 years is an avid fly-fisherman. I have been along with him only one time and usually just go along as an “official photographer”. He has never actually let me fish yet.
This past week, he mentioned that he really wanted to go fishing that weekend, but his brother-in-law couldn’t make it so if I wanted to, I could come. Well how could I turn down that enthusiastic request? That Saturday morning we had to get up at 5:00 am because he HAS to be the first one on the creek. We drove to a town an hour and a half away and got suited up and out on the creek. His luck wasn’t very good that day and he only caught a few “shiners” (tiny fish).
I spotted a heart-shaped rock and showed it to him. He said I should take it home with us and I said “Nah, we have enough junk at home”. He said “You really should take it”, but I decided not to—who wants to carry a heavy rock around?
Four hours into the adventure, he was starting to take his frustration out a little on me such as telling me to wade quieter and not to scrape my stick against the rock because the fish could hear it. I was becoming pretty annoyed with him myself and went and stood on the upper bank by the road. Next thing I know he’s shouting up at me that I’m distracting the fish! I yelled down “From all the way up here?” I stomped off just to get out of his sight so I wouldn’t be admonished for anything else.
A few minutes later, he was calling my name and asked me to come down the bank to where he was. I reluctantly did so and sat in the creek on a large rock next to him. He said he was having such bad luck that he would have to change his fly and he handed me his fly box and asked me to get him a new fly. I opened the box and there was a beautiful 1 carat solitaire anchored by two green
6-legged creatures! Immediately all was forgiven. We are getting married in Spring 2003.