Angler Management

Bucket hat on

Monofilament line

Box full of bait

And nothing but time

12 pack in the cooler

Folding camp chair

Set up at the dock

Take a breath of fresh air

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Open up the kit

To make my selection

Got options that are fake

And others that are wriggling

Jigs, plugs, and spinners

Worms, crickets, and shrimp

And a wish I’ll catch lunkers

But braced for the dink

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Make my first choice

And thread it on the

Hook

No need to get fancy

I’m strictly by the

Book

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Bail flipped open

Finger holding the line

Rod at 2 o’clock

Then I sweep it in time

I release it at 10

Splash the water and then

Turning that handle at varying speeds

Once it resets then it’s rinse and repeat

And so I

Cast and reel in

And cast and reel in

Cast and reel in

And cast and reel in

Cast and reel in

And...

Entering a Zen state

Use this time to meditate

Worries start to dissipate

Dare I say I’m feeling great

.

To get away from it all

Was always the plan

Sandwich in hand

Seems the only fish I’ll be eating

Is chunk white from a can

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Now an eight foot gator comes to check out the scene

If she comes any closer that’s my signal to leave

She starts to drift away and into the distance she shrinks

But not before I swear she laughed and she winked

Almost like she knows I’m currently skunked

But it’s called fishing not catching

Oh well

Time to get buzzed

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Fish a twelve ouncer from the water and ice

Crisp golden lager made out of rice

Pop psst

Drink it down

Pop psst

Drink it down

Pop psst

Drink it down

Going ‘til the sun

Like a bobber goes down

.

Time slipping by

Got another hour of light

I’ll give it a few

Then I think I just might

Oh shit

Here we go

It’s the moment we’ve been waiting for!

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I felt a strong tug

So let the battle begin!

Man versus fish

Place your bets on who’ll win

Reel with my left

And pump with my right

Definitely a big one

It’s a hell of a fight

Splashes getting closer

My victory is pending

Been a good day

This’ll be the perfect ending

Damn

Pole went straight

And the line went slack

Hook retrieved clean

Guess it’s time to pack

It in

I’ll walk away empty handed

With nothing to flay

But I’ll wow ‘em at the bar

‘Bout the one that got away