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Thursday, September 6, 2007

A FISH STORY


















…..……………………A FISH STORY…………………
Whizzzzzzzzz,, back behind me the line does go,,
Whizzzzzzzzz,, forward now,, onto the water it does splash,,
The bobber hit the water,, what a cast,,
Time for another beer,,
Nibble,, nibble the fish did do,, set the hook real fast,,
Real it in,, then pull it back,, Whizzzzzzzzz,, the fish did slip the hook,,
Behind me now,, the line did go,, into that tree,, it’s stuck in a crook,,
Cut the line and start anew,, a brand new bobber and another brew,,

Whizzzzzzzzz,, back behind me the line does go,,
Into that tree,, once again it did go,,
Time for another brew,,
Cut the line and start anew,, with a brand new bobber,, now let it fly,,
Whizzzzzzzzz,, back behind me the line does go,,
Into that tree,, wouldn’t you know,,
Cut the line and start again,, thread the bobber,, to the line,,
Lets try it slow this time,,

Whizzzzzzzzz,, back behind me the line does go,,
Whizzzzzzzzz,, forward now,, into the water it does spin,,
But the bobber did a no show,,
Apon the tree once more did it go,,
Better have another brew,,
Thread the bobber,, to the line,, tie it real tight this time,,
Whizzzzzzzzz,, back behind me the line does go,,
That tree did find my line one more time,,
Time for another beer,,

Whizzzzzzzzz,, back behind me the line does go,,
Whizzzzzzzzz,, forward now,, plop into the water it does drop,,
The bobber hit the water,, it was mighty fine,,
Time for another beer,,
Quick tug on the line,, there’s a fish this time,,
Whizzzzzzzzz,, the fish did slip the hook,,
Back behind me the line does go,, into that tree,, yes you know,,
Thread the bobber,, to the line,, What?? No more bobbers,,
Time to go,, lets have a cold one for the road,,

Onto the bank,, to stow the gear,, then to look to the rear,,
The pine tree put on a fine display,,
For within its branches my line did lay,,
Like tinsels sparkling,, on a Christmas night,,
The red and white bobbers were all hung with care,,
And the hooks did twinkle in the air,,
Then I did exclaim, before I drove out of sight,
"MERRY FISHING TO ALL, AND WHERE’S THAT LAST BEER!"…………..

1 comment:

rdpetesblog said...

Hey that sounds like one of my fishing trips except there was no beer. must be doing something wrong :)