A Very Fishy Story! Rob and his Shenanigans.   45 comments

Rob and I lived in the city for years, but had chosen to buy a farm in Lydenburg, Mpumalanga. On the farm we had a few dams, one of which had fish (Black Bass) living in it. Now Rob and I are not great fishermen, we tried to fish just about every spare time we had, but to no avail.

This was very frustrating for Rob and I, there was one Bass that was much bigger than the others, he tended to lie near the surface where we could see him; so Rob and I named him, “Mr. Big”. Now Mr. Big was a crafty old Bass, we would dangle the hook in front of his mouth, and he would move to the side of the hook, then again we would dangle it in front of him, and again he would swim to the side of the hook. Anyway, months passed and still no luck.

We had just finished a days work, when I told Rob I really would love a piece of fish for supper, the only problem was we lived 40 kilometres out of town, and in those days the shops still closed on a Sunday. So guess what? Rob had no option but to go fishing. So off he goes with his fishing rod to try his luck, while I went home to soak in a lovely warm bath.

About an hour later Rob comes home full of the joys of spring, and shouts out to me that he has at last caught the fish, and that he would clean and bake it for us. He hands me a glass of wine and promptly shooshes me off to the veranda while he got on with the cleaning and cooking.

Eventually he calls and tells me dinner is ready. Well!! I must say that Rob had cooked the fish to perfection, I enjoyed every mouthful, until the third last bite when I nearly broke my tooth on something hard, not wanting to hurt the chefs feelings, I said nothing, it did look a bit suspicious though. I took another mouthful and lo and behold it happened again. I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, so I told him what had happened, he looked at me and promptly started laughing, he laughed so much his tears were splashing all over the place, and I thought that any minute now he was going to fall off his chair.
I asked him if he was going to share the joke with me, he got this guilty look on his face and said “Love the damn fish would not bite, so I shot Mr Big with a shotgun ”

Now I know why I was kept out of the kitchen. The poor fish probably looked like a sieve, and Rob had known, if I knew it was Mr. Big, I certainly would have said no to dinner; specially if I knew he had been blasted from the waters with a 12 gauge shotgun.

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45 responses to “A Very Fishy Story! Rob and his Shenanigans.

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  1. *rushes off to get smelling-salts to revive the hordes of dedicated fishermen who have swooned at the horror of this account* 🙂

  2. Oh my gosh…that was so funny! I laughed out loud over the bullets. What a sweetie. At a moment like that you don’t know wether to give him a big smooch or box him in the ears. I hope you went with the smooch!

  3. Rob is indeed a desperate man! Now my husband – mmm – he is a good fisherman so don’t think he’ll resort to the shotgun! Still don’t think I’ll let him read this post.

  4. Hahaha! Deperate times call for desperate measures. 😉

  5. Oh my word!!! That is hysterical!! Poor Mr. Big! You two need to write a book…..”The Ups and Downs of Us….and Mr. Big, too.”

  6. Whahahahahah! Good for Rob! I would have done the same with that cheeky fish! LOL! Great story Linda. 😀 *big hugs*

  7. Wonderful story, Linda, and you told it so well!

  8. This is amazing story, I enjoyed too dear Linda, Thank you, love, nia

  9. Hilarious! I’m glad you didn’t break a tooth! Rob wasn’t going to disappoint you, though, and he did deliver! A bit unethical if he was going to claim to be a fisherman, but he I think it’s fine to simply be a hunter!

    • Thank you…..at last somebody realized I could have broken a tooth!!! LOL. You are right though, by hook or by crook he was going to bring home some fish.

  10. Laughing out loud here, Linda. A great and wonderful story! Told most excellently, I can imagine the look on your face when Rob finally shares his secret of how he obtained “Mr. Big”! So fun and funny! Thanks for sharing this one! 🙂 xx

    • I was horrified,what came to mind was Mr.Big!s big eyes, and now I had eaten him. Now I must admit it is a funny story.

  11. He has quite the sense of humor, doesn’t he?

  12. That is hilarious. It is a practical move and seeing Rob’s survival skills in his post, I am not surprised. I would have done the same. A great meal that warms the heart indeed! Thanks.

  13. At least he had the decency to cook it for you! I guess he could have brought Mr. Big (what was left of him) home and expected you to be the chef. 🙂

  14. Linda, I knew your husband was a man with always backup plans and very resourceful – but 12 bullets ???? A bit of overkill maybe ! Brilliant story! Thank for the BIG Smile. Not a fair fight for MR Big, but the jungle has now laws what I understand.

  15. Wow! Talk about shooting fish in a barrel 😉 Great story.

  16. This Blog is filled with happiness! Made me laugh out loud at times. Thanks for sharing linda!

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  17. A really funny story, Linda. Rob was going to get you that fish, by hook or by bullet. 😀 What a character!

  18. Oh my goodness,i think I would have shot him!

  19. Ahhh I remember him well… I did give him a fighting chance, the lure or the gun, he chose the gun and paid the price…

  20. I think it’s very sweet ( and funny). Rob was going to get you that fish one way or another.

  21. Haha, that’s an inventive way to catch Mr. Big, Linda! Better enjoy that glass of wine on the veranda and afterwards eat the delicious fish. With a bite 😉

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