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Rudy, Captain B. and I planned a fishing trip
To try and catch Pompano using Rudy’s ship
We went Down the Mississippi and on out the mouth 
Into the Gulf of Mexico, then we headed south

The restaurants of New Orleans like to get this fish
A real delicacy when served upon a dish
We’d never fished for them before, they’re hard to catch
Using our fishing skills, we hoped to win the match

With a medium chop and the swells not too high
The boat moved slowly toward the rig’s downwind side
Close enough! Drop a rig hook on! Now back away
Till the 12 foot hook’s bungee cord comes into play

Now we’re all hooked on and the weather still looks OK
Gear’s all setup, baited and line out a good way
Excitement builds, anticipating what comes next?
Fishing like this you never knowing what to expect

Sometimes you’ll catch some sort of a nuisance type fish
Or a big one breaks your line; What was it?, you wish
But on this day we’re all rigged up for Pompano
But to this point the fishing for them been “no go” 

It was so quiet; I thought I’d give the guys a thrill
And pretend I’d hooked a fish, requiring some skill
I really put on a show, as I gave out a yell 
“There she goes,” I screamed, as I jerked the rod like hell

To my total surprise, when I jerked up the rod
A fish grabbed the bait and that seemed kind of odd
What stared out to be a fun joke; now was real
He was of good sized fish, I could tell from his feel

His first run was a long one; the rod in an arch
Nothing to do but hang on, while he made that march
As his runs got shorter, I knew he’d soon get tired
No need to rush, so played him until he retired

Eased him to the boat and into Captain B’s net
A big Pompano; a fish I’ll never forget
Now everyone’s excited at what’s yet to be
The guys had lots of questions, asking, “What’s the key?
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