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Fishing
its an exciting feeling
When casting out your fishing line
and a bite and a hit you find
Then, reeling in your catch, with fight and pull, wiggle dangle and jump twist and turn, and PULL
when you hook a Minnesota Walleye Pike, it's a real exhausting challenging fight and, EXHILERATING TOLL
A Minneota kid
going fishing sun up to sun down, every summer all summer long, that's all that we Did
At the end of the day, right before sunset
we had to be home so we gathered our prized catch and home we had to get
All the,fishes as a boy that we,so proudly caught
i was so proud to bring home, and mom she, cleaned everyone and cooked them all, and it was free and never a fish at the, store had to be bought
Fishing
it was my greatest joy as a boy, and most excited feeling
It taught me how to be patient
with every far off cast that I sent
Then if in an area where no bites were recieved
i would have to get up move about and that old fishing hole once plentiful leave
I would try different bait hook and lure
fishing wasn't always a plentiful catch for sure
But no Minnesota boy could handle to get zero fish and skunked
and spend the whole day out in the, sun and go home with not even one little fish and be debunked
So, we learned to catch the lake fish, it didn't matter how we got charred and sun burned
our respect and , catching fish to bring home had to sometimes be very hard earned
The sheer thrill of catching a big thundering jumping Whooping, biting fighting Walleye Pike
really was, my greatest thrill as a Minnesota Boy, and I was so proud to carry my prized catch home on my little Hawthorne sting ray bike
By John d JUNGERS. 23rd of JANUARY 2018
its an exciting feeling
When casting out your fishing line
and a bite and a hit you find
Then, reeling in your catch, with fight and pull, wiggle dangle and jump twist and turn, and PULL
when you hook a Minnesota Walleye Pike, it's a real exhausting challenging fight and, EXHILERATING TOLL
A Minneota kid
going fishing sun up to sun down, every summer all summer long, that's all that we Did
At the end of the day, right before sunset
we had to be home so we gathered our prized catch and home we had to get
All the,fishes as a boy that we,so proudly caught
i was so proud to bring home, and mom she, cleaned everyone and cooked them all, and it was free and never a fish at the, store had to be bought
Fishing
it was my greatest joy as a boy, and most excited feeling
It taught me how to be patient
with every far off cast that I sent
Then if in an area where no bites were recieved
i would have to get up move about and that old fishing hole once plentiful leave
I would try different bait hook and lure
fishing wasn't always a plentiful catch for sure
But no Minnesota boy could handle to get zero fish and skunked
and spend the whole day out in the, sun and go home with not even one little fish and be debunked
So, we learned to catch the lake fish, it didn't matter how we got charred and sun burned
our respect and , catching fish to bring home had to sometimes be very hard earned
The sheer thrill of catching a big thundering jumping Whooping, biting fighting Walleye Pike
really was, my greatest thrill as a Minnesota Boy, and I was so proud to carry my prized catch home on my little Hawthorne sting ray bike
By John d JUNGERS. 23rd of JANUARY 2018
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