A July 4th Fish Story (038)

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'Twas the 4th of July,
And the catfish were bitin'.
Stink bait, chicken gizzards,
A hundred-pounder fightin'.

Dang near had him netted,
When he gave one last big jerk.
Well he broke my line and
I just about went bizerk!

I reached for a cold beer;
'Thought I'd cool down just a bit.
Strong wind blew from the east;
Couldn't get my cigar lit.

Then I saw him surface,
Biggest channel cat ever!
I tied on a sharp hook
And a big one ounce sinker.

No time to drink Bud Light,
Nor light my White Owl cigar.
I finally found out
Where those big ol' catfish are!

'Got so doggone excited,
I fell outa my darned boat.
Without my life jacket,
I just couldn't even float.

I yelled and I hollered,
But no one else was around.
Floppin' and a flalin',
I thought I was goin' down.

Well, I must've kicked that
Ol' channel cat in the head.
When he came floatin' up,
I could see that he was dead.

He was bigger than me;
Must've weighed a hundred pounds.
I held onto him tight,
And we floated all around.

When we got to the bank,
I drug him from the water.
'Had to get him home quick
'Cause it was gettin' hotter.

A man came drivin' along
In a beat-up Wrangler Jeep.
He wanted to know where
I'd caught that fish and how deep.

I made up a story
That wasn't too tall nor loose,
'Cause I knew he'd never
Believe the God's honest truth.

Oh yeah, lemme tell ya'....

'Twas the 4th of July,
And the catfish were bitin'.
Stink bait, chicken gizzards,
A hundred-pounder fightin'.

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© Copyright 2008.  All rights reserved.
Truman T. Tiger aka Richard H. Schaefer
Inspired by boyhood fishing memories on the Missouri River

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