Stock Pond Fishing

Stock Pond Fishing

 

It was a special time together

When we would fish in any weather

A little pond full of crappie

That we would catch while fishing softly

 

We used chartreuse little grubs

From our tackle boxes full of stuff

And slowly fished them inch by inch

On a palomar knot we carefully cinched

 

We sometimes chewed tobacco there

As we fished without a care

With a big fish often caught

As we spat about our spot

 

We guzzled many bottled waters

As the day grew even hotter

With some summer sausage too

In the early afternoon

 

The fishing trip would always end

With a stringer of fish we brought in

Heavy with the fish we had caught

All about our special spot

 

The cattle took their afternoon dip

In the pond made for it

And we headed back to town

As they waded all around