hawgcatcher
11-09-2001, 09:04 PM
I sit here a wonderin,
what is the reason?
What is happening?
Is it Steelhead season?
Jennie kicks back and
starts her next column
But she'd rather be fishing,
then writing a volume.
Bill helps Jen,
around the home space.
Then he jumps in the boat,
and is gone from the place.
Fishin Mission is a great friend.
He helps with the hook.
If you go out with him,
Look for a big Chinook.
Pete is layed back.
He sits by the rudder.
Looks over his shoulder,
then catches another.
****** is out there.
Watching for the big fish.
Who knows what will happen,
He might get his wish.
Big Stew is a working,
Getting jigs built fast.
His friends are a loosin them,
cast after cast.
RT knows lots and lots,
about all kinds of fishing.
He lets us know,
On what we are missing.
Bev and Dottie,
are sitting there working.
Watching out their windows,
wondering where the fish are lurking.
Well I know that I,
have completely intruded.
and many more fishers,
Should have been included.
If you don't like,
This poem and my verse,
Please don't be mad,
and send me a fishing curse.
what is the reason?
What is happening?
Is it Steelhead season?
Jennie kicks back and
starts her next column
But she'd rather be fishing,
then writing a volume.
Bill helps Jen,
around the home space.
Then he jumps in the boat,
and is gone from the place.
Fishin Mission is a great friend.
He helps with the hook.
If you go out with him,
Look for a big Chinook.
Pete is layed back.
He sits by the rudder.
Looks over his shoulder,
then catches another.
****** is out there.
Watching for the big fish.
Who knows what will happen,
He might get his wish.
Big Stew is a working,
Getting jigs built fast.
His friends are a loosin them,
cast after cast.
RT knows lots and lots,
about all kinds of fishing.
He lets us know,
On what we are missing.
Bev and Dottie,
are sitting there working.
Watching out their windows,
wondering where the fish are lurking.
Well I know that I,
have completely intruded.
and many more fishers,
Should have been included.
If you don't like,
This poem and my verse,
Please don't be mad,
and send me a fishing curse.