In a boat
on the lake
Fishing
With a pole
Lounging back
Relaxing
Enjoying a day
Cares
Left behind
Sitting here
Having
A good time
Out of nowhere
Came
A big fish
Grabs my hook
Jerks
Away he goes
Ready, waiting
Playing
For a while
Wear him down
Shunks
He got away
Almost as big
As my boat
Is
All I say
Yep, it's the big ones that always get away! Good fishing story, told in a refreshing and enjoyable way. Only a true "Country Girl" could understand fishing this way!! I enjoyed this very much!
wow. you really know how ta waste a persons time. -_- really no point. cought the fish oh wait for it... got away *snaps fingers* drn got away. >_< boring
I think you mean "Shucks it got away" any how only a typo. you have done well with this one, my husband is a fisherman, catch and release, so I hear all sorts of stories, some big some extremely big! I like this form, you have done well, you have inspired me and I think I will try to write a fishing story/poem for my husband. great job!~~tracy
I'm not a fan of the "skinny" format, and as I started to read I didn't think you could pull it off with a fishin' story, so I was really pleasantly surprised to find that it worked, and worked well.
Great minimalism, big story...few words...let the reader imagine the rest.
As fishtales go, this one's a doozy. A boat-sized fish you say? You have quite an imagination. LOL. I enjoyed reading this. Sounds relaxing though, just sitting out there on a lazy day, waiting for the fish to bite. Good one. ~Sandra
Hahahhaaha! That damn fish! He has some nerve huh?! Ahhh...the one that got away! Guess as woman we could apply this one to a man as well couldnt we? haha! Not that their are tons of men out there worth bragging about but I can think of a couple! Damn! hee hee! This is a very cute poem and gave me a smile just remembering the days when I used to go fishing with my grandfather. He took me deep sea fishing one time and I caught the biggest fish out of all of us! YEAY! I thought I was really something that day, and my uncle still hates to admit that I out fished him hahahaaa! Of course, I never let him forget it and I have told him...'just tell everyone that you had one bigger than mine...but he got away!' hahaha! This one brings back some memories. Thanks for that. Very amusing little write you have here! I enjoyed the trip down memory lane! Take care.
I'll bet you belong to "The Redneck Yacht Club". if not might I get you an application form rounded up? I know 'Bob' the president really well, but you need to see him way before 10:00 AM on any day! I love to fish, and I'm gonna miss'er, I just love country music and these tunes were playing in my head while I was reading this. Laughing is good for the soul, so fishing must be good for the pole, Catching's no good for the Sole, So just put them back in the hole! I love good poetry, and this is better basit than I have been using to catch comments! SEE you around LIN
The one that got away ! Good write Linda, it was fun reading it. It took me back to when my Dad used to take me salmon fishing in Scotland.
Lying on the banks of the river 'Doon', with one arm in the water tickling the salmon's bellies, then chucking them out of the water before they stopped laughing...happy happy memories for me.
HA! Yup, I believe ya (NOT)...ha, ha! "I caught a 100 pound sturgeon on 20 lb test"...hee-hee...a line from an old Primus song and this just reminded me of that.
Once again, nice visuals and another one of those writings that puts the reader in the moment. Very good stuff maynard. Simple and descriptive.
Got to love those big fish stories. Catch a real small one and reel it in. Dang thang had so much fight you would have thought you hooked a big one. Thats when you look around to make sure no one is looking. so you reel in a pee wee and think to yourself darn that thing was huge and he was kind enough to leave me my bait too.
I love fishing and over the years I have missed it with all the hussle and bussle. I think I shall take some time to drop a line off the bridge. Nope can't do that either. To dang cold and the way people drive around here I would end up as fishing bait.
Why do the big one always get away? That's the very reason as a kid I went crawdad fish'n instead. I remember one time my Uncle Jerry and I went crawdad fish'n down om the farm at an ole pond and when we got home we were hungry. Grandma wouldn't let us have a snack so close to supper time so we stole some sweet potatoes and hide out in the pump house, built us a little fire in one corner and baked us up some sweet taters. Everything went ok until someone noticed the smole comming out around the roof of the pump house and presto, we were caught. Everytime I ever remember my grandma spank'n me she would roll up a newspaper and spank me with that. To this day I rarely read the paper! We we only four or five years old then but I still remember it well. Enjoyed read'n your poem, !doc`
Linda I liked this write and I believe the format used only added depth to the key words to make this write more powerful You did a great job with this one I also wrote a fishing tale called Facing Death which is from the perspective of the fish getting hooked If you get a chance Please check it out I think you might like it God Bless Ron
Submission Name: Fishing Experience
