At least one groom got to fish on his honeymoon

This is a tale of two brides.
They were married in April, 30 years apart. As implausible as this may sound, as their honeymoons were getting started, the topic of fishing was raised.
Brides, honeymoons, fishing? Don't roll your eyes. This is, after all, a fishing column.
On the evening of April 22, 2006, the wedding reception for Necole Corvino and Bryan Tibolla was winding down when her father, Jim Corvino, approached his newlywed daughter with some good advice and 500 in his pocket.
"I gave her some extra spending money for her honeymoon and told her to go fishing with her husband because there will be plenty of times that she will want him to do things with her that he doesn't want to do," Jim said.
Bryan and Necole, a graduate of Poland Seminary High School, planned to honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, and he'd indicated his interest in booking a billfish charter.
She took her dad's advice and went out on the deep blue Pacific, where the rolling waves and rocking boat soon induced seasickness. She persevered, however, and hooked, fought and boated a trophy-size striped marlin.
At 7 feet, 4 inches, the fish stretched only a bit longer than the 6-foot, 2-inch Necole. It dwarfed the 4-footer that her husband landed on the same trip. A mount of the fish decorates the wall of their new home in Raleigh, N.C., where Necole works as a cardiac nurse.
'Good for women'
"I'm proud she took my advice and went fishing with Bryan," said Jim, Campbell's postmaster. "It's good for women to do things their husbands -- fishing, baseball games and such. Plus she has something to brag about. Bryan was so proud, too, and he refused to take the rod when she asked for relief. The fight lasted more than an hour and a half."
So, now you've read one bride's story. The other is about a young woman married April 24, 1976. I'm not sure her father counseled her to tolerate her groom's fishing illness, but she most certainly has.
The lady is my wife, Barb. An hour or so after our escape from the reception, we were driving east on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. As I enjoyed the waning moments of the beautiful April day, I mused out loud, "I'll bet the crappies were really biting today at Pine Lake."
It was a comment I'll never be allowed to forget. As wise as Jim's tip to Necole was, mine easily fit into the misspeak category -- though I had no intention of leaving the impression I'd rather be fishing. Certainly not.
Thankfully, I was forgiven. And fortunately Barb and I have enjoyed many days fishing with family and friends, as well as with just the two of us to keep each other company. We also stroll the surf of beaches, the fairways of golf courses, the aisles of shops and the halls of art museums, and enjoy whatever else we want to do.
A tale of two brides, yes. Jim Corvino saw the opportunity to help his daughter share a memorable moment. And I survived a memorable miscue, thanks to her amazing ability to forgive.
Happy anniversary, Barb. And happy anniversary, Necole.
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