Bass Fishing
by Chuck Buckner
Monday, April 07, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Bass Fishing
Tap, tap,
I can feel
the slightest ping,
ring up the line,
to the reel.
It’s Mr. Largemouth
I know it is he. I
am ready for his best.
I have a plan.
Give him some line,
take my time. Man,
is stronger than fish,
anytime.
Twelve pound test
It’s only fair.
He’ll have a chance.
I set the hook, with
a flip of my wrist, but
nothing is there.
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| Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz |
4/8/2008 |
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| I remember those days very well... thanks for the memory. |
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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
4/8/2008 |
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Hello Chuck,
Oh Bass Are So Much Fun To Catch, I Live How They Rise Our Of The Water To Fight :)
Great Poem To "Many A Fishin Hole" For Me
Care To Hear About My Huge Great Northern That Got Away-lol
My whole body was sore the next say :(
Fish are strong.
Thank You
Embrassé
Vickie |
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| Reviewed by john zimmerman |
4/8/2008 |
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your title caused me to sit up and take notice -- had me reaching for my old Mitchel 300 and a rod !!!
I know the feeling well the tap tap of the fish, the rising excitement as my mind imagines what kind of monster awaits, the missed strike
Your poem captures it all elegantly
a good write!
john + |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
4/8/2008 |
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Chuck,
Good one. We are stronger but smarter, I wonder. Maybe that's why I'm told fish is brain food. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul. |
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