Remember my “Love Is” post?  Here is another.

There are many things we do for love that we aren’t too happy about.  Watching those deer hunting videos with your spouse just to be near them.  (Ok thats not me.)  Going for a walk in the woods just to spend time together.  (Um, thats not me either.)  Going fishing together so you can sit at the snake tree.  The fishing part I agreed to but not the snake part.

Mark, Troy and Denise were fishing for crappie.  I decided to watch and take a few pictures instead of getting my bobber stuck in the brush.  As I sit, relax and enjoy the warm sunny weather  Troy annouces there is a huge snake floating along side our boat.  There goes my relaxation as I nervously jump up and hide behind Mark knowing the snake is going to be in our boat at any second. It was one of those moments where you don’t want to look but you have to look to know where it is so that it doesn’t end up under my seat or for the love of deer climbing on me.   After what felt like hours, Mark said the snake was headed for the rocks.  My eyes scanned the rocks until I saw it.   And there it was.  Climbing the rocks and headed for lunch on a dead bluegill. 

I sat and watched the snake, for over a hour, to make sure it didn’t head for our boat again.  As I watched in fear, the snake gathered the bluegill, dragged it to a safe place, and slowly tried to swallow the fish whole.  I had seen enough and heard enough.  I swear I heard the poor fishes bones crunching.  Of course to Mark, Troy and Denise I was being ridiculous and they just laughed.  But I swear there was crunching going on.  I didn’t care if the biggest crappie on record was in the water, it was time to go.

The next day Mark and I went out to fish and Mark headed for the snake tree.  As Mark is pulling the boat closer to tie to a limb, there it is.  A snake laying right ontop of the tree limb.  I then whispered, “Um Mark?” he said, “Just a minute.”  I waited for a second as he finished tying the boat up and he said, “What is wrong with you?”  I said in a whisper, ”There’s a snake right there.”  His reply, “You are fine.  It isn’t that close and they don’t fly.”  This would be the answer from your typical manly hunter but not an acceptable answer for your delicate, precious wife. 

Snake on a limb

Do you all see how close our boat is to that deadly creature?

My husband wouldn’t be the manly man he is without having to cast his bobber as close to it as he could.  And I wouldn’t be the delicate, precious wife that I am without crying and yelling that the snake can fall off onto his bobber, as he is reeling it in, and land in our boat.

Is this a normal “manly man” thing to do?  Is this not love as I sit and wait so he can fish?