First off I don't go fishing often because I really suck at it. I accepted that personal short coming years ago as a kid. We all have talents and short comings and fishing, spelling and the ability to stay in a long term relationship with a woman are three of mine. So yesterday my best friend Dale thought I should give it another go. He's got a real nice ice house and since I'm in between females right now he figured I might as go out fishing. To relax. Well it started off great I actually caught the first fish. (last time I fished with Dale 6 years ago in Alaska he got 18 to my one) Then I pulled in another one. Maybe my luck is changing. Then somehow I get the line all tangled up. At that point another short coming reared it's ugly head. The inability to admit I'm old and need bifocals. So off come the glasses as I untangled the mess. Then my glasses fell off my lap and down the ****ing hole. So this morning I'm curious what some of you have sacrificed to the fishing Gods. And yes today I'm going to the eye doctor and I'll be getting the dammed bifocals.