Christmas is a time to think fishing 2024

George Welcome reply : 

Twas the night before Christmas, when out on the lake

All the Bass were a studying all the lures not to take.

The Chug Bugs, the Senkos, the spinner baits too

Were some to look out for, these but a few.

While back at my house, I was snuggled in bed;

As visions of big ones, danced about in my head.

A cast to some stickups, a cast to some weed

Produced bass after bass, it was a Mecca indeed.

I arose in the morning, tree lights twinkling bright

My eyes full of dream dust, I was quite a sight.

I gathered the family, and sat them down near

For the tale of the bass trip, I wanted all them to hear.

I regaled them quickly, with all that I caught

The big ones the little ones the lunkers I fought.

Their eyes were like saucers, as they listened with glee

But there thoughts were on presents beneath our great tree.

As I finished my tale I heard from my wife

Merry Christmas dear family,

And George, Get a life.

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Lucky Craft Man reply : 

Very Well Written!  That was a great post.  Merry Christma to All!

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Catt reply : 

Merry Christmas George  

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Low_Budget_Hooker reply : 

Great one GW!

Merry Christmas Captain.

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roadwarrior reply : 

Woo-Hoo!

Merry Christmas George!

8-)

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Alpster reply : 

Excellent! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Ronnie

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Under the Radar reply : 

Well who'd a thunkit,

George is quite the poet.

Great one George,

Merry Christmas to you & yours

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.ghoti. reply : 

Good one, George.

I'm looking forward to meeting you in January. I haven't fished for several weeks, and I am ready.

Cheers,

GK

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Jake. reply : 

Cool poem, Merry Christmas!  

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Popeye reply : 

Merry Christmas to ALL the great guys and gals on this Fantastic Forum and may your New Year be glorious as well!!  George:  great poem and it sounds to me that you have a wonderful family and DO HAVE A LIFE:o)

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jwo1124 reply : 

WOW! Great little piece of writing. Did you write that yourself or find it somewhere? I hope you don't have it copy written because I'm definately priting that out.

Merry Christmas to all!

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George Welcome reply : 

It's mine and yes you can copy it.

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.dsaavedra. reply : 

wow that was great! thats some creativity right there. i could never right something like that lol

good job and merry christmas everybody!  

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MALTESE FALCON reply : 

Well done George.

Merry Christmas and a fish-filled New Year.

Falcon

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.RM. reply : 

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Sam reply : 

A+

Outstanding.

Now, go ou and get a life!

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moby bass reply : 

;D ;D ;D

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ejtaylor822 reply : 

Great poem!

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LakeAnnaBasser reply : 

That is some good writing.  

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George Welcome reply : 

Twas the night before Christmas, when out on the lake

All the Bass were a studying all the lures not to take.

The Chug Bugs, the Senkos, the spinner baits too

Were some to look out for, these but a few.

While back at my house, I was snuggled in bed;

As visions of big ones, danced about in my head.

A cast to some stickups, a cast to some weed

Produced bass after bass, it was a Mecca indeed.

I arose in the morning, tree lights twinkling bright

My eyes full of dream dust, I was quite a sight.

I gathered the family, and sat them down near

For the tale of the bass trip, I wanted all them to hear.

I regaled them quickly, with all that I caught

The big ones the little ones the lunkers I fought.

Their eyes were like saucers, as they listened with glee

But there thoughts were on presents beneath our great tree.

As I finished my tale I heard from my wife

Merry Christmas dear family,

And George, Get a life.

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Painter Dude reply : 

Merry Christmas

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Sep reply : 

GREAT STUFF, George!!!  May I add one I wrote for my local Trout Unlimited group:

Twas the week before Christmas and down on the Haw

Not a fishey was rising, the weather was raw..

The water was frigid, and brisk was the air,

Too windy for fishing, but I didn't care.

The largemouth were nestled down deep in their pools

While bluegill and sunfish were nobody's fools.

And I in my waders and old fishing cap,

As usual just couldn't cast worth a crap.

When further upstream there arose such a crash

I started, and slipped, and sat down with a splash.

My glasses went one way, my rod went another.

Cold water went everywhere. I wanted my mother.

The gleam of the sun on the river around,

Was lovely, but heck, I was going to drown!!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear?

But a funky old kayak. (The end must be near).

With a little old paddler, too fat for the boat

Who was trying his best just to keep it afloat.

Through the rapids he teetered, bounced off every big rock.

Old Nick's in big trouble, I thought with a shock.

But as he approached my favorite hole

He snapped it in place with a neat barrel roll

And glided in softly, as smooth as can be.

No fish would be spooked, except maybe me.

And then in a twinkling he popped out of his craft

Like a cork from a bottle, I shouldn't have laughed.

He reached back inside and he slowly withdrew

A lovely old 4wt of shiny bamboo.

He was dressed all in Gore-Tex and looked straight from the pages

Of catalogs like Orvis', Chota's and Sage's.

A vest full of goodies encircled his frame

With gadgets and zingers, too many to name.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his fun,

Throwing laser-like casts, seeming straight from a gun.

His roll casts were graceful, his loops were so tight.

Presentation was flawless, his drift was just right.

He threw Clausers and Zonkers, and woollies and strymphs,

Caddis and Adams and Cahills and nymphs.

He had all the mysteries of fishing debunked.

But darned if old Santa Claus didn't get skunked.

I felt sort of bad for the jolly old elf

But why fish the Haw, I was asking myself.

He could have fished Battenkill, Madison, Snake

Seems that the Haw was a great big mistake.

I needn't have worried, I had nothing to dread

For he gave me a wink and here's what he said.

We all should remember and here's what he's wishing,

It's not about fish, but it's all about fishing.

He sprang to his boat, to the rocks gave a push.

And shot down the stream with a splash and a woosh.

But I heard him exclaim as he drifted from sight.

Happy Christmas to all, and to all keep lines tight

Happy Holidays to All!!!!!

Sep

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GonzoFishing reply : 

;D Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you got what you wished for!

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frogtog reply : 

Listen to her George!!!! ;D Merry Christmas

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firefightn15 reply : 

Guys those were great!

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Black Bass reply : 

Merry Christmas! May 2009 be your best year yet!

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Bassboss reply : 

Great!

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Quinn reply : 

I found this one on Crappie.com forum:

Twas the day before Christmas and all over the lake,

not a boat was stirring,not one single wake.

My brushpiles were marked on the GPS with care,

in hopes that big slabs would soon be there.

The jig poles were strung with new 6 lb thread,

while visions of 3 pounders danced in my head.

Me in my insulated bibs and thick wool cap,

I powered up the GPS and checked out the Hot Spots map.

I hit the key on that old Johnson, oh how it did sputter,

it's a 73 model, it doesn't run smooth like butter.

Away from the dock I left in a flash,

in my old tri-hull sticksteer that cost $700 cash.

The sun had just begun to rise and the wind she was starting to blow,

I turned on the Hummingbird so I could see what was below.

When what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,

but a big red boat full of crappie fishing gear.

The driver was a leathery old fellow that was spry and quick,

surely this wasn't old Sac-A-Lait Nick.

He had eight poles out with minners and jigs,

looked like they were all in gunslinger rigs.

His poles were all different, not one the same,

as he checked each one he called them by name.

"Thats Dasher, thats Dancer, theres Prancer and Vixen,

heres Comet, thats Cupid, and theres Donner and Blitzen."

He looked up from his poles and smiled at me,

then said " I hear ya'll got some big ole slabs down here in Mississippi."

I said " Yes sir , in case you didn't know,

we got em' here " As Big As They Grow!"

No sooner than I said that his poles began to jerk,

you should have seen that old fat man go to work!

First one slab, then another and another,

I grabbed my GPS and marked that cover.

When his cooler was full and minners all gone,

he strapped down his gear for the long ride home.

As he fired off the motor and idled out of sight,

I heard him shout," Happy Christmas to ya, and may all your slabs put up a fight!"

Merry Christmas to all,

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