He read the local fish report with eager eyes. Just as expected, fish on everywhere. Posts on local forums said that the water temp was up and the fun fish were moving in. He contemplated his day. Saturday. Wife's day off. This could very well lead to a day out shopping with the family instead of tight lines and drag whines. Hmmmm........ Maybe the ol' red-eye mind trick.
"Darlin'? What you got planned today?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Nothing much. Cleaning around the house," she answered.
He knew she knew. Did he dare open that dangerous gate of no return? He always thought it was better to ask forgiveness than ask permission. Not this time.
"You mind if me and the boy go fishing a little while this evening?"
"I don't care."
What?! What just happened? Was she using the infamous red-eye mind trick on him? Could he get a pass to go fishing simply by asking? Of course this must mean some large chore on the morrow. Oh, she's good.
So be it. Wash the car. Water the plants. Build a house. Whatever. She gave the go to go. And so he went.
Fish on!
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