The Lake Memory
Blue skies
Giant swarming horse flies
Swatting hands and fishing poles on deck
We hit the lake wide open, the whole time craning our necks
The sun heats our backs as the motor sputters and spits
We stop and cast waiting on the fish to hit
A few longs hours in I loose determination and start to slouch
I watch the line on the ripples and take a piece of bait from my waist pouch
I bait my hook with a glittery jig and throw out once again
I'll be damned if he didn't latch on, "Look I see his fin!"
My pole bends over as I keep tension on the line
I hear my reel screech and whine
He thrashes with fury and swims down deep
I see him jump. Oh this one I will surely keep!
I haul his 24 1/2 inch body onto our boat
He's a nice bass. I admire him and take my camera from my coat.
What a great day spent on the lake.
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