A PASSION FOR ANGLING
As the rising sun burns off the dew,
The angler prepares for battle to ensue. Traps are set and laid with care,
With hooks honed sharp and bait on hair.
But the carp is wise, an unwilling player And this time escapes the quest of the slayer. Now the quarry’s life is times by nine,
And avoids the trap of hook and line.
But as hunger beckons, the trap is sprung The hook is felt and prompts ‘the run’
The strike is firm and the hook hits home, The rod bends hard and the fight’s begun.
A frantic dash to a sunken tree,
A desperate bid to again be free.
But the line holds fast and the run is in vain Another snag’s seen, but the result’s the same.
The angler’s heart beats loud and fast
Will it be small, or a personal best?
Now the carp’s future has a certain fate Due to the attraction and smell of the bait.
As he rolls on the surface, it’s time to land, He gave his all but the net’s to hand
Then he’s lifted out and placed on the mat Do my eyes deceive, just look at that!
The scales clock round to 43 A beautiful personal best for me
Now one last task, so photos taken Smiles all round and hands are shaken.
The matter is done, the quest fulfilled The carp’s returned and wished no ill. The carp swims off along his way, And lives to fight another day.
Now night draws in and all is calm, The angler rests his weary arm.
The tea is made and handed out, This is what fishing is all about.
Then the story is retold about the fight, There’s no better way to spend one’s life.
“Inspired by my passion for angling”