Fishing On The Jetties Poem by Juan Olivarez

Fishing On The Jetties



Fishing on the jetties,
My old Penn, working the south side.
Squid for bait,
Loafing, dreaming, life is good.
Finally, a tug on my line,
Umm, strong fish,
Could be a red,
Feels like a red.
Must be a red.
That will be nice,
Hope he's legal.
The leader is showing,
Here comes my red.
Holy Mackerel Batman,
It's a hammerhead.
Maybe six, maybe eight pounds.
I start to haul him in,
He leads with his right,
Actually a swipe of his tail.
Now my cooler is in the bay.
Now he tries a right cross,
And connects,
With my tackle box.
Luckily it sticks in between,
The concrete blocks.
I pull out my Gerber,
And cut the leader.
See ya pal.
Too damned much trouble.
And he was a baby.
I wonder where mama is at.


(7/21/11-Alton Texas)

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