My fish killin' husband.

I met Lee a smidge over 14 years ago and he had a boat two boats.  Two pretty decent, offshore boats.  I would be lying if I told you I wasn't impressed with that.  We only had to go fishing once for me to realize those boats wouldn't benefit me one iota, therefore I was no longer so impressed.  Yup, didn't realize the joys of getting sea-sick.  For some reason or another we sold both boats and remained a Double-Income-No-Boat family until Zeb came along and POOF! Single-Income-No-Boat family, we were!  That was a lovely POOF! for sure.

I was fine without a boat.  Lee- not so much.  After all, he's loved the water longer than he's loved me.  I do believe salt water is coursing through his veins.  Soooo...  a few years ago, I bought Lee this boat.  And he smiled big...  

No, I didn't surprise him with an actual boat.  After all, they're not easily returnable and I had no clue what color he wanted.  Instead, I got him to pick it out himself.  Then I bought it.  With his money.  Because I don't have a job.

He loves his boat.  And he fishes on it as much as he can.  He doesn't really fish, though.  He hunts.  He hunts fish.  And he does it well.  Shall I prove it...  

This last picture is probably my favorite.  This cobia was huge!!  Its fin is almost touching the ground.  Lee and a friend did a tag team on this one.  Not sure how they worked it out, but somehow he and Jamie killed it together.  Awww...  

So this last weekend, my main man took first place in the Free-diving division of the 2011 Blue Water Open.  This is a pretty big deal.  Free-divers don't use tanks so they have to look, find, and shoot on one breath.  They dive sometimes 60 and 70 feet. I'll have to double check with Lee, but I think he's had one dive close to 100 feet -- at a diving class in Miami.  Impressive, huh?  Yup, that's the man I married!  

Anyway, here's a picture of the fish that won him first place, a trophy, and a really nice spear gun!  He gave his Amberjack away at weigh-in, so no picture of it.  

These are the teeth of a trigger fish.  These teeth bit Lee on the chest and left a nasty bite mark.  Never known anyone who was wounded by a 2 1/2 pound fish?  Well, now ya do!

I'm very proud of Lee and about to enjoy a huge bowl of fresh, home made Grouper Chowder-- my favorite way to eat Grouper when the weather is the least bit cool.  Ahhh...