When married and living a block from Lake Erie, Sr. once commented on my watching those 'forensic / murder / who-done-it' shows when he wanted to watch something else.
He said, "Why do you watch those? You know no one can get away with murder! Give me the remote!" That's when I said (and I don't know where it came from), "I think I could kill you and get away with it." He smirked and said, "Right.." So I elaborated.
"Every spring, soon as the ice is off, we go walleye fishing. We're in long johns, boots and rain gear; that's heavy when wet. We go out 13 miles, in fog. Nary a soul. You never wear a life vest. You start the boat before bending over the back to pull up the anchor."
"If I took my foot, kicked you over, took off, went to shore crying that you fell overboard and that I had circled but couldn't find you before taking 30 minutes to get to shore to report you missing...how long you do you think you could tread 40 degree water? Think they'd find my footprint on your ass?"
He never took me fishing alone again. That's funny.
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