Pompano Fishing, Part 1

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?