Catchin' Bass At Holmes Creek Poem by Biff McGuire

When youth disappears into golden age fears
Or throwin’ out stories to friends drinkin’ beers
A moment that still makes my eyes swell with tears

Catchin’ bass at Holmes Creek

First as a teen near the old tire swing
Listenin’ to choirs of bullfrogs that sing
Pitchin’ out black plastic worms was my thing

Catchin’ bass at Holmes Creek

Then with my son and my little girl too
Baitin’ up hooks while they snagged and they threw
Beats a parade or a trip to the zoo!

Catchin’ bass at Holmes Creek

Bluegill, Green sunfish, an occasional walleye
Watchin’ kids catchin’ fish was my favorite high
Not always real lucky, but so fun to try!

Catchin’ bass at Holmes Creek

Now by myself with my faithful old dog
Coaxing a spawner from under a log
Settin’ the hook, ”Man I Think It’s a Hog”

Still catchin’ bass at Holmes Creek!