Monday, December 13, 2010

CANADIAN DREAMIN

'Twas 6-months before Lac Seul and all through their brains, not a thought was stirring but will it rain;

The gear's been pulled out the inventory complete, off to shop now there are no deletes;

Ice coming in wave another season goodbye, for MH5 months of dreaming of plump golden Walleye;

The holidays now upon us leaving no time to spare, makes it easy to reminisce of clear Canadian air;

By planes they will travel and hope with all might, they don't again end up driving all night;


A subdued welcome from Jody a timid hello from Jackie, if the hunters lived here all year, they'd too be wacky;

Away to Knobby's with excitement and glee, 10 thirsty fisherman march off with secret hopes of no injury;

The moon on the canvas of still waters below, begin the Otter loading process of hand don't throw;

A little push of the cargo there a pull of the rope here, it's time to go Badger's in the rear;


With a crazy cannuck pilot so hungover and sick, we all say a quick prayer that we again land softly on the slick;

Up up and away goes the General Lee of the sky, with 10 suburban combatants hoping not to die;

At 5000 feet water abound turn to the left then to the right, and Tom's Cabin comes just into sight;

Down down we go with a quick sense of urgency, Gary out on the dock and we land softly;

Like hungry creatures from the deep we gaze out at the view, and see those before us who will depart with a peehew;

Stash all of the stuff make your bed if you wish, the guys are on the lawn preparing to fish;

4 or 5 sturdy poles fixed with Jigs, Mepps and Cowgirls, are placed in the boat and headed looking for swirls;

Is it Wapesi, Sunday Bay, Bardo Island or Cooter Cove, go find your beasts may they come in droves;

One after one the Walleye hammer the bait, do you continue to jig or cast and wait;

Sit back with a cold one silence all around, the wind in the trees the only real sound;

Suddenly a scream from the new Abu Revo, what must that be pulling and shaking the line below;

It's here, the rush we long for the anticipation and mystery, what rises to the surface could it be;

That which you dreamt of for those many nights, the fish of a lifetime oh what a sight;

Grab the Stowmaster and try not to trip, net this bastard or you know who is gonna flip;

A large toothy creature held tight you will see, while sipping cocktails New Year watching Harlow's TV;

Reel up the lines it's been 15 hrs of fun, its time to boat home amid the disappearing sun;

Loud music a plenty when arriving back at camp, on the large cabin wall who'll be written the champ:

Cooking and chores we'll quickly get them done, for it's time for more Lac Vegas cheating and fun;

This pattern it repeats for 4 days and 3 nights, the only concern fried Walleye and resulting outhouse plight;
The last day is upon us were exhausted but no matter, the records still out there which will we shatter;

Back in the dark silent work begins bags packed tubes taped, sleep fast then sit and wait;

Otters back and cars are packed MH6 has been booked, its obvious were hooked!

2 comments:

  1. Holy shit, Cooling, nice work! Creativity, deep thought and humor. You sure Bobby Filet didn't write this for you?

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  2. Great work Bardo! Can't wait for this trip.

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