It may be true that
I found a big wad of maggots
In my gear bag
Due to the apricot left there
While fishing with the boys
And it surely is true that
My fuckin flashlight is shot
All corroded and burnt out
And we all know that
My headlamp won't turn off
And thus isn't worth a damn
And it's strikingly obvious that
It's 10:15 PM and I haven't packed
Any one thing in my Duluth Pack
Instead I'm drinking beer
And typing at pixels
But the best part is that
None of that matters
Because when this fleet
Of hair and feather
Is turned loose up there
All that bad shit
And even my wisps of gray hair
Will be forgotten
I found a big wad of maggots
In my gear bag
Due to the apricot left there
While fishing with the boys
And it surely is true that
My fuckin flashlight is shot
All corroded and burnt out
And we all know that
My headlamp won't turn off
And thus isn't worth a damn
And it's strikingly obvious that
It's 10:15 PM and I haven't packed
Any one thing in my Duluth Pack
Instead I'm drinking beer
And typing at pixels
But the best part is that
None of that matters
Because when this fleet
Of hair and feather
Is turned loose up there
All that bad shit
And even my wisps of gray hair
Will be forgotten
posted by Wendy Berrell at 10:22 PM
9 Comments:
good looking box of ammo. nice how all that trivial stuff disappears on the water.
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Nicely written. Even when I get blanked, being on the water helps me to just breathe in and then breathe out things that simply don't matter that much.
Awesome
Now that's poetry. Stellar.
Love it! I TOLD you that would make a good country song!!
Will hope to see a report soon.
No kidding. I need some pictures of smallmouth and words on the north! You back yet man?
Well, those clousers are pretty much gone from the box now. Report coming.
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