It is almost that time of year when the fishin' holes
are busy with spawn and anglers.
This is Mom fishing the Flambeau just down
the road from her place, checking out a hole
a few yrs. back on a sunny summer day.
We have had many memories on this river and
at her shores. Many a river trip in canoes,
many deep fried Channel Cats, pickled Redhorse, stuffed and grilled Muskies, Walleye fillets, herb breaded Bass~~~
We've eaten well off this river wild.
Today, I dream of ' fine fishing.'
We don't wet a line often, but when we do
it's a guaranteed day of R&R.
Yes sir, we be needing that.
So, melt, snow., so I can sing to my man;
"You get a line, I'll get a pole, honey.
You get a line, I'll get a pole, babe,
You get a line, I'll get a pole, n'
We'll go down to the fishin' hole,
Honey, Baby, Mine."
~Melt, snow, Melt~
Those of you able,
Grab a pole and hit that sweet fishin' hole.
May the Good Lord fill your plate with fine eating.