She loves me anyway

My wife and I got in a fight last week.

She accused me of purposely not putting her on fish.

I told her that was preposterous. Nothing makes me happier than watching her catch fish.

Then why aren’t we catching anything, she asked?

Looking at her tear-stained face I realized it was time to confess the truth, a truth already known to my other fishing buddies, but a secret I’d kept from her: I’m simply not a very good fisherman.

Oh, I love to fish, and spend an inordinate amount of time doing so, an embarrassingly long time considering my lack of success, but I’m just not very good at the catchin...