Old Man River and the Men Who Fish There

First light, first bite

Oh so early in the morning

No one gave me any warning

This is the life of a fisherman

My dad before me and his dad before him

And now my son, too

So much to do

Passing the torch

Chasing the elusive Chinook

I just need a line and a hook

Wiggle Hoochies or Mexican hat spinners

They're all winners

It becomes an addiction

Or maybe a tradition

Sometimes a competition

I wouldn't have it any other way

I love this life

Growing old with Old Man River

Everyday I hope it will deliver, Old Man River

Angry fish taking a second bite after the first one failed

He's still chasing me so I chase him

As we troll up and down the river so do the seals

Always fighting the seals

Maybe a Coho this time

It doesn't matter

They are both God's creation

When the leaves start to fall into the river the fishing will start to wither

Life is better when you catch fish

You can ask but I won't tell

The name of the river, that is

Reflections on the water

So beautiful

Sometimes it takes my breath away