I’ll tell
you ‘bout the fishing trip we took the other day,
It sure has
me thinking some ‘bout what folks have to say,
You hear
some awful stories ‘bout he color and the size,
And I begin
to think be-gosh, you hear some awful lies.
Si Briggs
just caught a three pound bass a week come Wednesday night,
And Hiram
Jones, he caught a eel, he said he caught it rithe,
He said it
measured more’n three feet by inches two or three,
He said they
had a wash tub full, that’s what Hiram Jones told me.
Well after
hearing Hiram talk about what he had done,
It sort of
made us fellers want to have a little fun.
So we looked
the almanac clear through to see what day was right,
And we
hented cravs and crickets and worms most half the night.
We reached
the old pond by the mill some time twix three and four,
And boys, I
want to say right here, I won’t fish any more,
The rain it
drizzled down our backs, it chilled me nearly though,
The fish
stayed on the bottom, for fish know what to do.
Still hope
stayed with us pretty good, each moment brought delight,
For Hiram
said, “On good dark days, the fish were sure to bite.”
Well fishing
haint the easiest job on the earth today.
If you want
to catch the big ones, you got to know the way.
You’ve got
to know what kind of bait is best for a certain day,
And how to
hook it on your hook right in the proper way.
The folks
was all to bed asleep when we got home that night,
Bill Snell
had caught a sucker and I didn’t get a bite.
Katherine
Carey-Place 1878-1934
Copyright
Roy Richard
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