Fishing Trip Poem by George Hunter

Dad took us fishing on Chesapeake Bay
Caught a tubfull of croakers that fine day.
And some twisty eels to slime your line
We sure has us a real fine time.
Had no poles but it was fine
Tied O’Shaunessy hooks on a hand line.
Used big ole shrimp for the bait
And then we had to sit and wait,
Caught a poisonous toadfish where I sat
Dad had to hit it with a bat.

We all were having such a lark
Didn’t notice it was getting dark.
We had to row real fast to keep afloat
And keep from getting run over by a boat
We’d figured to be back in before the night
And hadn’t thought to bring a light.
So we had to light matches, what a sight.

All in all we had lots of fun
And ate hardheads from Sun. to Sun.
The eels, Sis and Mom wouldn’t even try
Said, Wouldn’t eat those things, would rather die,
So the men of the family, Dad and I
Had ourselves a big eel fry.

It was just a wonderful day
We were all real tired when we hit the hay.
I dreamed of repeating that day again
But we never did, and then
I was all grown up and it was too late
I guess that’s what you call a twist of fate.
So I’ll have to bore you with this rhyme
As I try to recall it one more time.