While I was in Arizona last week, some how this story was brought up, and every time it gets told, I end up in tears from crying so hard. So I thought I'd share it with you guys, even though it shows me at my craziest! So if you know one thing about my husband, its probably how much he loves to fish. During fishing season, he ALWAYS has a pole with him. Well, about 5 1/2 years ago, he went fishing with a buddy. He took his pontoon boat, and got a ride with his friend. The deal was: that at some point I would stop by and pick him up, we were going to a big family bar-b-q later that evening. So after a bit, I get little Kristian ready and baby Bella, too- and we head off to get him. I head over to Star Lake, where I find the truck at the launch. But the best way for me to spot Brian on this lake, is for me to drive a block back to the tavern that sits above the lake on a clearing, so thats where I spotted Brian on his blue pontoon. So naturally, I yell for him. Brian, like most fishing fanatics, always have this one last cast, issue. God forbid they get a fish on that last cast, because, that always leads to another last cast. One last cast, on a good day, can take HOURS!!! So, naturally when I see him cast again. I was going to have his head on a platter! I scream at him to real in, and to get his butt in, only to have him attach his pole, and row towards the boat launch. So I drive down to the boat launch. He sees me and turns around!!! I was so mad, I honked and yelled at him....nothing! He just keeps going. I get in my car and could kind of follow him by watching through the clearings. We went past the tavern, so I had to drive down a drive way (obviously I didn't have to, but my mind was gone at this point, and rage had taken over). I got out and went down on to someone else's property to scream at him from there. That didn't work! He just kept moving spots. I finally just parked at the tavern, where I could pretty much watch him from a far. Occasionally, I would blow the horn or get out and scream at him. But mostly I just sat in the car and cried. And after 2 hours, I get a call on my cell- it was Brian wondering where I had been! He was at Lake Geneva! I had chased this poor guy for hours! In the last hour, I am pretty sure that I told him that I was going to kill him! He was probably so scared to come in! He had the exact same truck, and was in a blue pontoon boat, just like Bri's! Poor guy, I still feel bad. If he was married, I quite possibly got him in big trouble with his wife. Now way she would believe that a crazy lady kept him from coming in! Woops!
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