Day before Christmas bass fishing poem
Was the day before Christmas, and all through the lake
Not a fisherman was stirring, not even down south
The lures were tied on and casted out with care
In hopes that a trophy bass would soon be there
The anglers were all geared up and out of bed
With visions of a bass soon on lines end
They back in their boat, on their favorite lake
Hoping soon the bass would take the bait
Cast after cast fishing was slow
As it was cold with a chance of snow
After time went by, a small nibble was felt
Set the hook he did, but it was smaller than a smelt
Out back went the lure, in the water it went
Hoping soon this was time well spent
Slowly pitching and flippen all day he did
Even with no biggens, it felt nice to be off the grid
As he hit another favorite spot
He casted out hoping his lure would get popped
As he retrieved a slight tap was given
He reeled down the slack and a hard hook set was driven
To his surprise it was not that small
Oh my god it may be a trophy after all
The bass jumped and jumped trying to get away
But after a few minutes the bass was aboard to see what it would weigh
The bucket mouth was put on a scale to see its pounds
It was a fat ten pounder, nice and round
As he posed, pictures were taken
This way all knows, he was not a fakin
The bass was then placed back in the water and released
As it swam away, it was at peace
To catch another day it would be fun
Maybe next time the angler will be outdone
Time to load up and go see the family he did
As he walked in he was greeted by the kids
As another Christmas fishing day went by
He has another great memory that will never die
By Terry Ellis
Happy Holidays
