Quinte Fishing

Iwas very sad to read today that Red Fisher apparently has passed away. He was 92 years of age. In light of this, I have enclosed a sample of his poetry that will certainly be remembered by a few on this board.
Regards
Don Stokes
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T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE FISHING

T'was the night before fishing,
When toast after toast,
Finally left no one sober,
Not even the host.

The whole camp was in turmoil,
The gear was piled deep.
And the dishes from dinner
Were stacked in a heap.

And the poker chips jingled.
And the cards flashed bright,
To the bleary eyed players,
Glued there for the night.

Course the stories were flying,
Complete with damned lies.
Like the fish that Jake mentioned,
He landed on flies.

Or that sexy achievement,
Slim made with that Chick.
That he savorly bragged of,
With "Hic" after "Hic".

Like the one when Mike scrubbed out
Results of that scare.
When he ran to the outhouse,
And into a bear.

Or the one of the Musky,
Max told with a gloat.
That leaped high for his spinner,
And fell in the boat.

Yes the stories were flying.
And the gang was unwound.
As their pent up emotions,
Spilled out all around.

Then a Loon called out loudly,
From far in the lake.
And in sudden awareness,
It jarred us awake.

Each man of us now knew it,
Was time to turn in.
For tomorrow we'd battle,
The surge of the fin.

Just the stillness of darkness,
Remained to make clear.
T'was the night before fishing,
For another long year.

-Red Fisher

Sterling stuff Don...as someone once said (I think) 'you gotta feel it to write it', or something like that

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