Happy holidays, I wrote you a poem

Twas the day after Christmas and I headed out,
with my trusty old float tube in search of a trout. Mist hung o're the lake in the crisp morning air, and I pulled on my fins and kicked out with a flair.

Armed with my new bait finesse reel and rod, forty pounds of trout lures (some that looked rather odd). I tied on a swimbait colored orange, green, and red, as visions of rainbows swam round in my head.

The water was cold, but that didn't matter, my fingers near frozen, and my teeth were a chatter. When all of a sudden there arose a great splash, I wheeled round in the tube, and I made a long cast.

I started to reel, gave a pause then a jerk, and all the while hoping my technique would work. On the third pause it happened, the line went quite tight, the drag started singing, I was in for a fight.

For fifteen long minutes he towed me about, first he ran, then he jumped, then he spat the lure out. And I swear he exclaimed as he swam out of sight, "better luck next time and keep your line tight!"

Man that is so cool Dannicus so well done. Thank you for sharing this would you be ok if I shared to beyond here. Giving you create of course.

jeffcpr wrote:Man that is so cool Dannicus so well done.  Thank you for sharing this would you be ok if I shared to beyond here.  Giving you create of course.

Of course brother, whatever you want lol.

That was beautiful. Very well done. Happy Holidays Dannicus!!

That was sad Christmas poem. But thanks for the visions!