Bobber

The bobber winced Then dipped, Then winced again! Did I see that right? Cause I sure been wishin! Now another dip, Now a traveling ball, Now it disappears And my tip begins to fall! Is that a tug? What? Now it's a real pull! The line is taut and running And my imagination is full! I see this monster fellow As he grapples with the bait His massive form twists and turns Struggling to escape. He has to be at least 4 pounds Maybe even more. My tackle sings as I reel him in, Guiding him towards the shore. At last, I see that colored flash Then snap! Like that he's gone! And now that trout becomes a tale For me to expand upon.