 I understand. He's crazy about fishing. Your husband is crazy about fishing? Yeah. Once he went out and caught some with his bare hands. You know, them little shiny fish. Smelled? Pretty bad. He did? He likes fishing? Yeah. Once a guy hooked him and pulled him in. And what happened? The next day he was laid out on a scale at the Fulton Fish Market. You went down to get him? Yeah, he cost me 59 cents a pound. They sure cleaned him nice.