You know when you talk about fishing too much when your boss buys you a "clam rake" as a gift.
I walked in this morning and a clam rake was outside my office. I guess I have to buy a clamming lic. now.
My son, who is my main fishing partner, decided to join a soccer team when he was eight or nine years old. Of course most of the games and some of the practices were on weekends. Just about practice/game on a weekend he missed because we were fishing, so in order for him to get playing time we gave the coach flounder fillets every monday practice.