To the canyon we are running,
Rene’ on the forward deck sunning,
To catch a sail or swordfish,
We will have to use all our cunning…
Outside nautically over two hundred miles,
No shore to see at that distance, we all have smiles,
Baiting the hook with sport fish prey,
To catch just one is all we pray…
The fight takes at minimum four hours,
To land this beastie, the boat operated from the tower,
Closer to the stern this fish does approach,
Gaff & boat hooks at the ready to this fish broach,
After all that, a twenty-foot tiger does on our line and fish encroach…
© ed ~ 7/25/07
Love sTinka
Scott
George
the pic...
Eileen
Take care,
Sherry
Love,
Susan
i get the feeling that there's something 'fishy' about this tale.
dan
Walt
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I concur with Karla: hope all is well on your end! :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hope all is well with you and Rufuz
And no Rufuz again; I sure miss that guy.