Best Sportsfishing Poems
From Scrabster harbour we set
Sea fishing we go
Off Dunnett Head
Dinghy in tow
A few hours we sail
To reach the spot
To hunt our catch
Check my lobster pots
This Pentland firth
Flowing blue and fresh
With our deep sea rods
Various baits, spinning meps
Along the way
Some pots we check
Crustacean grab
Lobster and dab
Destination reached
Our fishing ground
Sounder on
Fish are found
Leaded up, lines straight
Darrow's aplenty, strengthened trace
Lines down bottom hit
Watch the tip as we drift
The waves deceive
We think a bite
Natures water
Tricks us slight
This beautiful day
As patience allows
We hear a shout
From the starboard bow
Wow! dad,
Look at the bend on your rod
Is it a dogfish or ling
Or a monster cod
Posture right to reel this catch
Has this fisherman met his match
Over an hour this marathon lasts
Fish against man, sporting ask
Forearms ache, back strains
I reel it in, it then regains
Is it tiring, or is it me
This awesome creature from the sea
Moments later
Surface splash
A wing of skate
Adrenalin blast
Fish aboard
Tagged and weighed
Released with care
In its domain we played
The day goes on
With various catch
But only the one
Had met his match
The evening draws
With the firth so calm
As we watch the sunset
With a golden dram
To Mother Nature we raise our glass
She is indeed, such a wonderful lass
This fisherman, we’ll just call Mike
Was fishing for Great Northern Pike
He would throw in his line
But time after time
It came back with nothing he’d like
When I was a wee little lad
I went out fishing with dad
I caught a big trout
And was dancing about
When he threw him back in I got mad
I said Dad why did you let him go
I could take him to school don't you know
Now I just can't conceive
That my friends will believe
If I haven't got something to show
Contest: Limericks about fishing -3rd place finish
By: Mdailey
God hath provoked man with many challenges about this globe.
One of them requires the patience of a long-suffering Job!
Ensconced with fishing pole in hand on a grassy bank,
Waiting interminably for those wily fishes to yank!
Whether one uses expensive tackle or a simple bamboo pole,
Or cruises the roiling seas aboard a fancy yacht to troll,
All dedicated anglers have their mind set on one goal,
To reel in the "big one" from their favorite fishing hole!
I've had some agonizing adventures that I'll tell you about,
Trying to snag those very elusive and wily trout.
I'm averse to using a bamboo pole and bobber, my patience is nil,
Needing to keep busy with rod and reel, besides it takes more skill!
Oh, to be able to recoup the many fancy lures I have lost,
Increasing my grouch level, never mind the expensive cost!
Or when the hook snagged my shirt or became tangled in the trees,
Or breaking lines near shore, retrieving fish on my hands and knees!
Consider the time I had a nice catch of trout on my stringer,
And I found a hungry snake eating them for his dinner!
Golf, hunting, tennis, by many are much more preferred,
But from the frustrations of fishing I shall never be deterred!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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One-Hour Fishing Awe
She was only twelve.
She believed in elves.
And fishing genies,
Which wore bikinis.
Some drank martinis.
Early one fall,
She got a call.
Luck did befall.
Wonder enthralled.
Her granddad
That wore plaid.
Made her glad.
At sea…
Fifty-three
Caught.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 24, 2010