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At times I’d take my fishing rod, Get in my car and drive Myself straight into Paddy’s Pond Through summer’s countryside And there beneath a sky of blue, Beside small lapping waves, I’d fish away an hour or two, Content my trouting craves. Then sometimes on the Access Road I’d take me to Gull Pond, There sit upon a boulder’s edge And fish three hours long. Down in those waters some did say, There’s trout of awful size. I know; I saw one caught one day- A good two feet - no lies. Then too, some other places show Good fishing for to do, Like Soldier’s and Triangle Pond- Other favourites too. Yes, just to get away at times, Alone with just my rod And fish for trout in inland ponds Is pleasure - “Thank you God”. A W.C.Hull Poem © 1980-2022-117 (B)

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Date: 9/14/2022 9:45:00 AM
Pleasant read W.C.
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W.C. Hull
Date: 9/14/2022 9:39:00 PM
Thank you much. Do you trout or just like the country?