Donna Jones Poet Rhyme

Hillbilly Handfishin'

This old way of fishin's become a new hit
Though sometimes I really don't get it
And on a scale from one to eight
How high could it possibly rate

When you use your own appendages for bait
Swimming around in muddy water while ya wait
Now that's called fishin'
With nothin' but ambition

I've been fishin' more than a time or two
Ended up with river mud on my shoe
But always from the comfort of my waffled butt
Sittin' on the milk crate from the back of my truck

Now I've caught shad and used chicken guts
Always said (come on fish) just for luck
But I've never offered them my finger bone
If that's what it takes I'll leave em' alone

I like to watch them stretch my line
And wonder if I'll get to my pole in time
But I'll tip my hat to those who dare
Both the water and maybe their blood to share

Fishermen everywhere know it's true
No matter the method the thrill captures you
Just be careful who catches who

©Donna Jones

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Robert Johnson February 7, 2013 at 4:07 PM Good ole boys with no restrain. You'd think they shared just half a brain. But who can say what's really sane. I grew up fishing with a cane. Donna Jones February 7, 2013 at 4:39 PM Yeah me too and grasshoppers! Thanks for stopping by

Painted Hunter February 4, 2013 at 2:07 PM We used to noodle a lot when I was a kid. We call it noodling here in Arkansas, anyway. It's a great rush, but, yes, very dangerous. The problem here was running into a loggerhead turtle occasionally...which can take your arm off. I don't miss noodling. Cool poem! Donna Jones February 4, 2013 at 4:14 PM Thanks! Glad you liked it. Ever heard of the turtle man who noodles snapping turtles? Can find short films of him on the web...crazy

Russell Sivey February 2, 2013 at 11:04 AM This is such a true ole Hillbilly method of fishing, not one I'd like to try though! You have written a terrific write, one of pure delight my friend! I really enjoyed reading this masterful poem this afternoon! What a lovely piece, Great Work!! Donna Jones February 2, 2013 at 1:25 PM Once again thanks for the kind words and it is certainly a sight to behold! I'll stick to my fishing pole. Blessings.

Roy Jerden February 2, 2013 at 8:46 AM I didn't know you ever noodled, Donna! Now that's a sport for folks with cojones! I think the comment about fishing being boring didn't quite get it. BTW, check out my new one as it's in your neighborhood, I think. I also re-worked the other one you liked. Love it! Cheers, Roy Donna Jones February 2, 2013 at 9:48 AM Thanks Roy, I will check those out and yeah I do a lot of tomboy things and then go back to girly things. Comes with having three brothers. Glad you liked it

Richard Palmer February 2, 2013 at 7:00 AM your started my day with a smile,thank you for this funny but true poem,wonderful write Donna Donna Jones February 2, 2013 at 8:26 AM Glad you liked it. Keep smiling and have a great weekend.

... Gigno February 1, 2013 at 10:48 PM !!! Donna Jones February 2, 2013 at 6:13 AM Exactly. Thanks