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Fishen At 6
Social distancing drives me crazy.
I mean how far can you really get from someone in this day and age? Therefore, I took myself to my cabin Solitaire, on Elk River, to extreme social distance myself, and do a little fishing in the process. Just before daylight, my bait hit the water and ten minutes later, my pole started dancing. There I was in the pre-dawn pole bent double fighting a river monster, alone without a weapon. Ok there was a great big catfish on the other end, a five-pound channel cat to be exact. Social distancing can’t get any better than this. Years ago, I met an old man on the river social distancing because he wanted to. Never did catch his name, just called him the old man on the river. He was friendly, deaf as a board; but man, could he fish. As he walked back down, he’d come over and give me his bass. All he wanted were these tasty little perch with red eyes. We call them goggle eyes. On reflection, as the years passed, metamorphosis became complete. With total harmony, and a nod from the Universe I happily took his place. Now who’s the old man on the river, it’s me of course. Social distance that thought life don’t suck in the woods by the river. Nature has its ways you know; magic is a thought away.
THE OLD FISHERMAN
Met an old guy week ends ago
Was many years ago in truth
He was bent and getting deaf
Me? Hell I’d not yet left my youth
He was friendly so was I
We shared the river both in peace
Times went onward summers flew
Golden years never seemed to cease
I saw him today; he’s fishing still
Deaf but friendly as one could be
I thought how I had aged since then
Now I’m the old man others see
4-12-2020
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