October 9th…“WERE YOU A VERY GOOD FISHERMAN OVER THE YEARS?”
POEM – “The Fish Would Laugh!!!” by N. Elliott Noorlun
When it came to the sport of fishin’, My attempts were just a joke.
To water near, I’d drag my gear, And give wet surface poke.
“Here fishy, fishy, fishy!!!”
I’d dig me some worms, With all of the squirms, And wiggles on display,
In hopes I’d tease, A fish, if you please, To jump on my line that day.
I’d buy a license, If that was required, And checked my line and rod,
But when it came, To knowing my stuff, I really was a clod!
Oh I thought it fun, To be the son, Of a dad who went to the river.
Whether sun or rain, I’d not complain, Even if I had to shiver.
To watch the old timers, There on the banks, They truly had the knack.
They seemed to just snap their fingers, And fish would jump in their sack.
But not this guy, Cause whenever I, Tried to give that fish a gaff,
They’d swim away, And I swore that day, That I thought I heard them laugh!!!
The Grand Finale, Of my fishing life, Was in 1974,
When I tried to catch a salmon, Along Columbia’s shore.
I should’ve had an inkling, As I arrived that day,
There t’weren’t a soul, Along the shore, As I plaintively looked each way.
The weather was rainy, Wet and cold, As I set my line and pole,
So I took some shelter, In a shack, Upon the sandy knoll.
The bell on the pole, Just didn’t ring, From a fish that tried to bite,
So I began to reel, My line back in, To see if all was right.
Just then, I felt a tug on line,
“Do I really have one on?”,
I felt a glimmer, Of sportsman hope, That my losing streak was gone.
Alas, I had a fish, alright, And I began to wail,
I’d snagged a big DEAD salmon, With a hook into his TAIL!!!
THAT ended my fishing days for good, Except for family outings,
Cause when I gaff, The fish just laugh, And cause me great big poutings!!! 😉