I debated long and hard about telling this story ….
Last week Devoted Spouse and I went fishing. We have one place we normally fish; it’s not far away and there is an outdoor range there so if we like we can also shoot off a few million rounds of ammunition when we’re done fishing.
Usually it is Devoted Spouse’s duty to unpack the car and lug all our gear out to our special fishin’ site. This time I helped coz that’s the kinda gal I am. We set up our lawnchairs and put our Ohio State thermal coffee mugs on the picnic table. I sat down in one of the chairs to gaze across the water at the deer while Devoted Spouse began to open the various tackle boxes and start putting bait on his hook. He took out various tools, and what-not and also put a can of WD-40 on the table.
I got up to get a swig of coffee and find a nice juicy piece of fake bait to put on my own hook when I looked behind my tackle box and saw the can of WD-40. Assuming Devoted Spouse was having a problem with his fishin’ pole, I casually remarked to him, “Why is a can of WD-40 on the table?” He replied….”We need to spray it on our bait.”
“We need to spray WD-40 on our bait?” “Yep.” And he proceeded to do just that….spray WD-40 on his fake worm. I watched in awe. I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to engage him in conversation about this…. “Why the H are you spraying WD-40 on your fake worm?” I questioned while trying not to laugh outloud. Dear Devoted Spouse replied, “I found this online at a fishing site and this guy said if you wanna catch a lot of fish you have to spray your bait with WD-40 coz basically it’s made from fish oil.”
Now my husband is a well-educated and smart man with degrees out the wazoo. I normally rely on his expertise in most areas. But this time I just about wet my pants at the thought of luring fish to our fake bait by using Eau d’WD-40. And so I did what any normal woman would do in this situation. I picked up my fishin’ pole with its own fake worm and sprayed the worm with WD-40. Oh. Yes. I. Did.
I cast that puppy out into the lake. I sat down in my lawnchair, sipped my coffee and waited for the big one to bite. And waited. And waited. And waited. I reeled in my line, changed the fake bait to some other equally fake bait, dutifully sprayed said fake bait with a squirt of WD-40 and cast that baby back into the lake. I knew this time I was gonna catch the big one.
I waited. I waited. I waited. I reeled in my line once again and repeated the above steps. I might mention here that I noticed Devoted Spouse was performing the same routine as I and he wasn’t catching any fish either.
How many fish did we catch using the WD-40 that day? Zero. But our fishin’ reels sure work mighty fine now…sigh…