A little time to myself, to unwind, just me and the fish that I find
But, "Mr., what are you doing", I hear coming up from behind
"I'm playing tennis," is what I reply, then send my lure out through the sky
"I think you're fishing," she tells me with conviction, and that my tennis is nothing but fiction
"You are correct, I'm trying to catch bass, but not getting a whole lot of love
Even though the bass that I'm watching, all seem fixed on things up above
So I'm working this little Assassin, I just keep casting and casting and casting"
"Well Mr.", she says, "I don't think you're leaving your bait out there long enough"
Her little sister agrees and nods her head at me, "have you ever caught a fish with that stuff?"
"Yes, it's a good lure and I'm trying to imitate injured prey, that's why I move it this way"
"Hmm," she replies, "have you ever caught a bass in this lake?"
"Yes, but unless I show you then you're going to think I'm fake."
Heckled by two little kindergartners, God I really do need a fish
Just one little fish, God please, just this one little wish
And to the sound of jeering girls, and laughing little banshees
I cast a toad, as far I can, across hydrilla weeds
Just like a seal on Shark Week he glides across the surface
Until Leviathan comes forth and crushes him with purpose
I fight the monster to the shore and glow as one redeemed
Then show it to my tormentors, who say, "what an ugly thing"
That's it, that's all you have to say, about this mighty bass
"Well it took you long enough,' she said, 'but probably cause you reel to fast"
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
I made some new friends at the lake the other day, while my girls were playing video games. They were cute and not the least bit shy when it came to critiquing my fishing style. I finally consented to teaching them how to cast a spinning reel, and we discussed what a bass was. Their confidence in me was not very high, since what I called fishing, they saw as skipping plastic. I tried several lures that day and finally ended with a dark Zoom toad, with blue flecks. There were bats diving close to the water, and I have no way of proving it, but the bass seemed very interested in them. Maybe the dark toad, falling on the water beneath them triggered the response. I don't know, but I try to use anything that nature makes available. Later my girls came out and did some fishing of their own. They were eager to share, and I listened as they taught the other two girls about fishing. This is a proud moment when you see your children are able to teach other children the art of angling. When you can teach some one, it means you are developing a deeper understanding of it yourself. It was fun to watch, and see my daughter express some of the same frustrations when they mishandled the gear. I guess its time to reach a little deeper into my arsenal and share a few more secrets. They can cast net, fish with lures some, and teach others to do the same. I am very happy with them, so I think we will keep them.