Early riser, equipments gathered
Boat no hazards, safely hitched
Catching bait for my well, i trust
Flying free across the open water
Sun and I, heavy poles in hand
quarter pounders, chub that creek
Massive grouper gathered off the sea
Burnt as toast, I return too have my treat
Brilliant fishing tale...loved it...thank you and a merry Christmas
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Nice i like how it rhymes.I have caught about four bullheads.I was not able to take them off the hook.Luckly someone helped.Take care.