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I didn’t tell them, it had started as a joke
When I caught two more that’s when they started to croak
They checked my rig to make sure that theirs was the same
Took my spot in boat, still I heard them complain

Then I caught another one from a different spot
They got hot under the collar and fishing stopped
“You got to tell us exactly, what’s the technique?”
“What are you doing that’s different, that what we seek?”

I caught that first one when I gave the rod a yank
They grab when you jerk, but my answer was a prank 
"Close attention to your rod; get my answer right"
"The way to catch Pompano is: jerk before they bite!”

They thought about my answer; then they just got mad
Hell, you can’t jerk before they bite, that doesn’t add
I kept a grin off my face saying, “give me your rod”
Threw in where no fish had been caught, then gave a nod

I was pushing my luck, but had to give a try
Now you guys gently hold the line, I’ll tell you why
You won’t feel any bite before I set the hook
They thought I was crazy, I could tell by their look

I waited for a while, then gave the rod a yank
A Pompano grabbed the bait; it was time to crank
I gave the rod to Rudy; he got to catch the fish
Then got one for Captain B, so he got his wish

With the four I caught, we now had six in the boat
With the wind picking up; head back home was the vote
I finally told those guys just what happened that day
“Jerk before they bite” they now agree is the way

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