Get the Wife In, Eat Shrimp Cocktail?

Ran across this ditty in the Charleston, WV Daily Mail, a newsroom where everyone is related to one another and they’re all named White (vid below – ever see that movie?).

Seriously, it’s about a gal who joined a bassin’ club – eventually [couple peanut-gallery comments in these here brackets]:

> When Lisa Harless started dating her husband, Bobby, she knew right away that he was nuts about fishing. It wasn’t a deal breaker. [It never is – at first!]

> But as their relationship grew, Harless hated spending their precious time off work apart – he works nights as an electrician for a coal company, and she works days doing bookwork for Contemporary Galleries. [This night vs. day thing sounds intriguing….]

> Harless figured she could hang out on his bass boat, prop her feet up and read a book. Which she happily did at first. Before long, Harless fell for fishing hook, line and sinker.

> “He knew he was in trouble one night when he came home and I was watching the fishing shows without him,” Harless said. [Was all about Zona’s handsome mug…or should I say Scotty Bud’s?]

> Three years ago, she went all in, joining the Coal River Bassmasters, one of the 64 clubs of the West Virginia Bass Federation, which has about 800 members.

> “It’s a hoot,” she said, “and the guys have been great. I’m not afraid to do the man thing,” she said.

> Being the token woman in her club, as she jokes, has its advantages for Bobby. “I clean out the live wells (the fish holding tanks),” she said. “And we have really good lunches. We’ll be out there eating shrimp cocktail and everyone else is eating beef jerky.” [Wow!]

Okay, raise your hand: Who wishes Lisa was their tourney pardner? (Mine’s up!)
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Here’s that vid: