You take your truck- and pull your boat...
You bring your pole, lures, and hooks.
You travel out to find that perfect spot.
A lovely lake, a fishing hole...
You start the motor and start to troll.

You pick a spot- you like alot...
You kill the motor, lower the anchor.
You grasp the pole and bait the hook.
A backwards lash the pole does whip...
You cast your line licky split.

You sit there quietly eyeing the bobber...
You sit there patiently- trying not to slobber.
You see a ripple and feel a nudge.
The bobber takes a deeper plunge.
You know a fish has taken bait.

You start to reel in- pulling back...
You start to breath heavy- feeling a strain in your neck.
You pull closer and closer the line on the real.
Knowing theres something at the end of your hook.
You peer through meeky waters to give it that look.

You grasp the net with your hand.
You swoop down- to capture the treasure.
You are feeling a great sense of pleasure.
Sweeping the net outta the water.
You see the fish that you have caught.

You put her in the boat...
You laugh when she- flips around in the air.
You decide yep shes a keeper there.
Now you got her what do you do?
You put away your fishin gear....................



Susan (aka: Teddy)
10-21-07

OK... now what? does he gut it? beat it's head against the side of the boat to stop the thrashing, or hug it scales and all? Who cleans up the mess? steamed or raw? Bony or plump? I need to know!!!

the beauty of a day on the lake

then back to that log cabin

A bad day fishing beats any day in town!

Pack a lunch! Let's go (((MsTeddy))!

((( Ms Teddy )))))

Thanks for reading...