Fishin' contest closed, fishin' haibun, and nonsense as usual - Painted Hunter's Blog

  Well, my fishin' contest is closed. I've reached the max number of entries. I hope nobody was left out that wanted to enter. I've read some good ones so far. And again, I'm judging based only on what I enjoy ... what entertains me the most. So if you have written a good poem that doesn't place well, it's not because your poem wasn't good...I'm just picky when it comes to fishing...;) And before I forget, I said the first prize was unknown and it still is. It might be as simple as a little tribute poem for you, or I might send you one of the little carvings I like to do when I'm tight-lining for catfish. I dunno. Depends on where you live and the shipping cost. When i post the winners, and you are at the top, just soupmail me.

  Here's a haibun about a fishin' trip yesterday. It might not be a proper haibun, but we'll call it one, anyhow.


   I went down to the old river lake yesterdee, 'bout a quarter 'til ten, and watched my kids hop across the ole wooden bridge, like kids'll do. It was a bit breezy and cool, and I'd only really meant to take a look at the water to see if it looked right for fishin'. It looked fine; not too muddy, not too high. So, seeing as how we still had minnows leftover from Saturdee, we decided to dangle a line 'er two.
 
                                           tiny ripples
                                  ride the southern breeze
                                         cork vanishes


   No sooner than my bait hit the water ...BAM! She gone! I had a pole in both hands. The one in my left was for my daughter and I was right in the middle of explainin' just where she needed to drop it, so the immediate strike caught me off my guard, and I didn't have a free hand to reel with, anyhow. So I just yanked 'er up and rolled back. The fish goes airborne. Jyllian is screaming, "You got one! You got one!" Cade is screaming,"Flyyyyyy, fish ... Flyyyyyyyy!!", and laughing all the while.
                                            
                                        polished timbers
                                    'neath a country bum
                                           splinter free 

   As the fish arcs up and comes down, the hook comes out of 'is mouth. Now I really am out to catch a fish. He lands right on my chest and I throw my arms around 'im. Whap! Whap! Whap! I get slapped on the chin three times by a fishtail, and my kids are incapacitated by laughter. Jyllian is rolling around on the bridge timbers, holding her belly and giggling like a lunatic. Cade is still maniacally screaming, "Flyyyyyyy, fish ... Flyyyyyyyyyy!!", between bouts of laughter. 
                           
                                         the smell of fish
                                    lingers for the afternoon
                                             blue collar



Well, there it is. We went home with about two dozen big ole slab crappie. Oh yeah, they're startin' to bite. Guess where I'll be this afternoon....

Thanks again to everyone who entered my contest. It's apt to take me a while judging it, but I'll get 'er done. Peace.

 Oh, and one more thing ...if you see this poster around, please disregard because I'm home and my wife isn't looking for me anymore...
                                     
                                       MISSING!!
                         Husband: 6'1" 220 lbs dark hair
                         Dog: Black, female lab
                         Boat: 14ft flatbottom with trailer
                             
                          REWARD FOR BOAT AND DOG 

Carol Eastman Date: 3/21/2014 10:30:00 AM Great write! Loved this blog! Congratulations to all you winners... Caleb with this... you should be one... LOL Login to Reply Painted Hunter Date: 3/21/2014 1:41:00 PM Thank you, Carol...very nice of you to say...;)

Debbie Guzzi Date: 3/13/2014 5:04:00 PM LOL you are such a stitch! Login to Reply Painted Hunter Date: 3/14/2014 9:03:00 AM ;)

Charmaine Chircop Date: 3/10/2014 4:34:00 PM : ) Login to Reply Painted Hunter Date: 3/11/2014 7:08:00 AM Back atcha, Charma.

Roy Jerden Date: 3/10/2014 4:23:00 PM Great blog, Caleb. What a relief to relax when I read one. I have to say that I liked the way you wrote this very much and it gave me an idea. Maybe it's not a new one, but what about writing alternating short prose and verse the way you just did? Is there such a form? Could be a contest idea... Login to Reply Painted Hunter Date: 3/11/2014 7:07:00 AM Hey thanks Roy. Debbie showed me this form. It's called a haibun...though this one isn't exactly how it should be.

David Williams Date: 3/10/2014 3:05:00 PM Caleb love this tale and can picture it now, I was after a giant perch many years ago in a dis-used clay pit and this fish had a reputation for being BIG, my float hit the water and before I could blink it had gone I struck and the fish was pulling me down the muddy and into the water, before I knew it I was up to my knees, soaking wet trousers and then boom it had gone....I had to sit all morning soaked to the skin, I swear I could hear that perch laughing at me under the water.... Login to Reply Painted Hunter Date: 3/11/2014 6:58:00 AM The fish that got away...I know the feeling well...ha

Eileen Manassian Date: 3/10/2014 2:02:00 PM Here I am....the vegetarian woman....hollering along with your son....FLY...FISH...FLY....Back to where you belong...FREE...swimming and happy....Then I'd be giving you a slap on the chin as I'd fight with you to free the fish! ;) Oh dear....Ok Ok...kidding aside...LOVELY haibun!!!! You rock, Caleb. Lovely guy...Wonder why the wifie won't give a reward for ya! ;) Login to Reply Painted Hunter Date: 3/10/2014 2:23:00 PM Hahaha...I'm worth less than a dog and an old boat...;) Naw, she's stuck on me like maggots on a gut wagon. After 13 years, I've yet to figure out why. Must be because i say romantic things like "maggots on a gut wagon"...you think?