Now Jennie just loved to fish
Though she rarely caught her share
And when she didn’t get to go
She screamed and tore her hair

She’d sit and pout for hours on end
Wouldn’t even sweep the floor
She’d just sit there with tears streaming down
Or pace from door to door

Jennie often fished for steelhead
And now and then for trout
She’d almost caught a salmon once
And she thought she knew about

What it took to catch most any fish
That swims in stream or lake
And that, dear friends I’m sad to say
Was not her last mistake

Because you see sweet Jennie
Had never really fished for bass
Oh sure she knew a bit about them
But not that much alas

She had this friend named Stanley
Now there was a bassin’ man
He caught those big mouthed monsters
In a fashion downright grand

Jennie asked old Stan to take her fishin’
But he would not agree
Even though she sent him flowers
And begged on bended knee

She wore him down he said all right
You can go along with me
They’ll no longer call you Fishless
How true that turned out to be

Stanley eased the boat up to some reeds
He had the place down pat
Cast over by that log, he said
I know that’s where they’re at

Jennie threw her lure into the spot
And the water blew apart.
Got him! She screamed and set the hook
What better way to start?

Now turn him loose old Stanley said
When the fish was in the boat
No way said Fishless Jennie
He’s mine that’s all she wrote

She turned and cast another time
And hooked another fish
Soon the bass piled up around her
She’d only dreamed of things like this

Old Stan could no longer stand it
His heart was torn with pain
He’d nurtured those poor bass she caught
And now t’was all in vain

I’m outta here, he groaned
It’s more than I can take
With that he laid his rod aside
Jumped and swam off down the lake

The last they of saw of Jennie
Causes all who fish to think
She'd piled the boat so full of bass
The damn thing just had to sink

They say that when the boat went down
She still held her rod up high
And now she’s probably up there
Fishing that great lake in the sky

The moral of this story
Though it might sound sorta crass
Is never, never keep on fishin’
When you’re up to your ass in bass!

Author Untold