Every Saturday morning he goes fishing, regardless of the weather. He gets up early and eager while his wife is still asleep, makes his lunch, hooks up his boat and off he goes...all day long. Well, one Saturday morning he gets up early, dresses quietly, gets his lunch made, puts on his long johns, grabs the dog and goes to the garage to hook up his boat to the truck . Coming out of his garage rain is pouring down; it is like a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph. He goes back into the house and turns the TV to the weather channel. He finds it's going to be bad weather and stormy all day long, so he decides that the weather is too bad even for him and he puts his boat back in the garage. Then he quietly undresses and slips back into bed. There he cuddles up to his wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispers, "The weather out there is terrible!" To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that storm?"