a woman who owned more flyrods then I did, and was getting her sea plane pilots licence, get away. Add to that she was a doctor who had the libido of a fifteen year old boy
+ connoisseur scotch, bluegrass mandolin, and a classic roadster?
Jesus, man, what were
Anyway, what a setup for a good short story.
As for the yard casting -- I mostly get funny looks from the neighbors. I'm the fly fishing / bc tele / runner guy on a dirt road full of power sports & lake trolling people, so I'm used to it.
The wife, she tolerates my lifestyle well enough. Our Venn diagrams intersect in plenty of places, but fishing ain't one of them.