Post by darrellmyskiw on Dec 22, 2005 10:09:33 GMT -6
now - you didn't think I forgot - did you ...
__________
Was the night before Christmas, when all through the land
Not a fly rod was cast, with flies tied by hand.
The fly lines were stored, reels wiped clean and with care,
In hopes that that big one, next year will be there.
Stu was all snuggled, and nestled in bed
While visions of raisin pie, danced in his head.
Kim and his singing float tube, Spey Will and his cap,
They had just settled in, to find winter fishing on some map.
Then out on the water, arose such a fuss,
Tim sprang from his slumber, to see what was the muss.
Away to the waters edge, Scaleson flew in a flash,
Tore through the tent fly, and fell flat on the ash.
The daylight off the water, all glistening and bright,
Showed that Bob M was busy, with one shamu of a fight.
The retired southern neighbor, so lively yet tired,
I knew in a moment, it was raising his ire.
“Now Robert, now Dale, now Randy and John !
Oh James, oh-no Bill, oh-no Rick, oh-crap Ron.
That stinking shamu, has gone and broken my rod.
With his rod now in pieces, broken, splintered – all shot,
He pulled out his spare rod, for that’s why it was brought.
With a rod back in action, and a smile above his chin,
Came the splishing, and splashing, of dancing trout, and slimy fins.
His waders were leaking, His toes were past numb,
His nose dangled icicles, only melted by rum.
As he FLIPPRd about, the lake - cold and wet
He met Aaron and Chris, “Are you finished” they asked “No, not yet”
“One more cast, One half hour, Just a little bit more.”
He noted more-so to himself, the other 2, were now on shore.
Now all of the other, Fly fishers on board,
Were not forgotten at all, for they too have their chores.
Ken he’s all busy, working on lakes in the south,
And N2FF’s getting fed up, there’s no hard-water tourney’s about.
Stephen – he’s gone far, in the past little while,
While Rudy and JJP, are both grinning, with smiles.
Dan-O has been quiet, as is Top Rod and BigBore,
Even Bow Slayer’s been quiet, must be washing his floor.
For 2005 I’ll sign-off, And bid you good day,
There’s little open water, and much work in my way.
In closing, I’ll tell you, and say without fright,
darrell,
__________
Was the night before Christmas, when all through the land
Not a fly rod was cast, with flies tied by hand.
The fly lines were stored, reels wiped clean and with care,
In hopes that that big one, next year will be there.
Stu was all snuggled, and nestled in bed
While visions of raisin pie, danced in his head.
Kim and his singing float tube, Spey Will and his cap,
They had just settled in, to find winter fishing on some map.
Then out on the water, arose such a fuss,
Tim sprang from his slumber, to see what was the muss.
Away to the waters edge, Scaleson flew in a flash,
Tore through the tent fly, and fell flat on the ash.
The daylight off the water, all glistening and bright,
Showed that Bob M was busy, with one shamu of a fight.
The retired southern neighbor, so lively yet tired,
I knew in a moment, it was raising his ire.
“Now Robert, now Dale, now Randy and John !
Oh James, oh-no Bill, oh-no Rick, oh-crap Ron.
That stinking shamu, has gone and broken my rod.
With his rod now in pieces, broken, splintered – all shot,
He pulled out his spare rod, for that’s why it was brought.
With a rod back in action, and a smile above his chin,
Came the splishing, and splashing, of dancing trout, and slimy fins.
His waders were leaking, His toes were past numb,
His nose dangled icicles, only melted by rum.
As he FLIPPRd about, the lake - cold and wet
He met Aaron and Chris, “Are you finished” they asked “No, not yet”
“One more cast, One half hour, Just a little bit more.”
He noted more-so to himself, the other 2, were now on shore.
Now all of the other, Fly fishers on board,
Were not forgotten at all, for they too have their chores.
Ken he’s all busy, working on lakes in the south,
And N2FF’s getting fed up, there’s no hard-water tourney’s about.
Stephen – he’s gone far, in the past little while,
While Rudy and JJP, are both grinning, with smiles.
Dan-O has been quiet, as is Top Rod and BigBore,
Even Bow Slayer’s been quiet, must be washing his floor.
For 2005 I’ll sign-off, And bid you good day,
There’s little open water, and much work in my way.
In closing, I’ll tell you, and say without fright,
[glow=red,2,300]Merry Christmas to all[/glow]
And to all – eat more pie
darrell,