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Location: Essexville, MI./Saginaw Bay. | Even though there's no ice this Christmas. It's still a good time and place to throw in my "OLD" ice Fishing Christmas poem.
“Twas the night before Christmas and all across Saginaw Bay”
“The shantys were lit up with ice fishermen wanting to stay”
“I had just sat out a Tip-Up that I positioned within view”
“But concentrated more on my jigging as Tip-Up's take few”
“My Do-Jigger fluttered, then settled and awaited it's fate”
“As a thick band of red appeared near it on the OL’FL8”
“My pulse soon quickened, my rod hand began to shake”
“I sat almost motionless, while awaiting the take”
“With the first twitch of the rod tip, and a snap of the wrist”
“I drove home the sharp trebles, into the jaw of the fish”
“Her struggle was valiant, with violent bends in the pole”
“But with slow steady pressure, I worked her up into the hole”
“Her girth was impressive, Her length 30 inches or so”
“My buddy looked kinda puzzled, when I said...... "I think I’m letting her go”
“Some things need explaining, and others fall into place”
“I had to say something, from the look on his face”
“Think of this buddy, before we call it a night”
“Tomorrows the Lords birthday, and He's blessed everything with life”
“I’ve caught plenty of walleyes, taken home more then my share”
“I’m giving this one back to HIM, it would only be fair”
“So down into the hole, and under the ice”
“Now swim away, swim away, and give someone else a good fight”
Merry Christmas everybody. |
Capt.Dans anual Christmas Poem.