So the other day I'm fishing with a women and her husband, the latter who's fished countless times, and this as it turns out, is the initial attempt for her. She said for her first outing she wanted to try and catch a trout, which trout to her, seemed to be a fine looking fish, more so than any pike, muskie or bass like all the stuffed fish at home, he had. He wasn't one for trout. He said, sure dear. They've both trod the aisle more than once and learned it's a long road from diapers to a driver's license and somewhere along their paths in life they learned that if they have more interests in common, they stand a better chance of getting to the finish line together. He's learning to cook and garden, she's taking on tackle, and since she does not necessary like to be told what to do, and he's not one for taking second place in any argument, well, he thought based on previous life's experiences, that he'd hire me to show her how it's done. (i.e. I'd be the bad guy if things went bad, he'd be the good guy, if she caught some fish.) I was already paid, so I was pretty sure I couldn't lose on this deal. Well even a blind pig finds an acorn once in a while and while I coached, lordy did she hook into a respectable rainbow trout. It splashed water, ran deep, and even flew above the water's surface for the three of us to see. She was thrilled. After I netted the fish, I then asked her to hold it for a photo. "Oh no that's not necessary" she replied. I said "oh come on, this is a memorable day for you and your hubby". He said, "Now honey that's a photo we can share", so she started to pose. She half grinned, and he was beaming. First she tried to hold the fish like I recall holding a fully loaded disposable diaper. When the fish flopped out of her hand and hit the boat floor I said maybe try to grasp it with two hands to wit she did. I mean she gave that trout a two fisted Minnesota hand shake the likes of which a pro wrestler would have tried to get away from. No such luck for the trout, me and the hubby said not a word. Well then she wanted to let the trout go, she'd read about catch and release, and I said "that fish has had the life squeezed out of it, the best thing for that trout is a pyre with some salad later this afternoon". She wasn't too happy about that, and then she shook my hand, sorta thanked me, kissed her new hubby and told him "let's call it a day". He said "that's fine dear". The trout whisperer