fishing…

debating about fishing…haven’t been for a long…long while…tried to go several times but i always backed out at the last minute…somethin’ always came-up…

wanna catch a runner…one that grabs the hook and never lets go…takin’ my line all the way out to the middle of the lake…maybe even the other side…that would do just fine…

went fishing last year…caught one…hauled it in…kept it for a while on ice thinkin’ that would preserve it…kept it on ice too long…
that fish died ‘fore i even gotta a chance to take her home…decided it’d had enough…decided it didn’t wanna stick ’round…

fish are funny that way…lead ’em to the bank but that don’t mean they’re goin’ home with ya’…lot of ’em change their minds…wanna dance on somebody else’s hook for a while…jumpin’ ’round in the water…showin’-off…

maybe it’s best to just stay home…don’t even look at my tackle…poles …hooks…fake worms…just throw it all away an’ realize that my days of fishing are through…

you just get so hungry…an’ you miss the sport of the whole thing…trolling waters in search of fish…all those night hours with a case of beer an’ a pole in your hands waitin’ to land one…

got a few in my lifetime…got me a few…but you always think of the one’s that got away…

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