Torch Lake Vii - Local Intruders

My boy and I hung over the Elk Rapids dam railing Shirtless With lines swung in the churning water The iron hum of turbines rattling through our elbows He lands a nice Crappie And as he rescues the bass He looks not at his dad Or the helpless fish staring up in horror But watches to see if the old stern man Fishing on the other end of the dam Cigar crowbarred to the crease of his mouth Might take a look But no He doesn’t as much glance over To see the catch by my long-haired CEO With his 20,000 Instagram followers And when we step past the guy And over his pole and tackle box Not even then Does he grunt nice fish nor nod good day His leeches keeps him free of snags That much is true of his local secrets But we used worms and had a big day.