A Fisherman's Tale

A FISHERMANS TALE By Kevin L Fairbrother Blowering Lake in the Snowy’s is the place to be To catch a Yellowbelly or Silver Perch Or if you are lucky a Murry Cod or a trout They all live beneath the cold waters of the lake I flog the water with spinning rod and lure Changing frequently my choice of lure I try to entice a fish to strike…but no luck At this rate I would be lucky to catch a cold Along comes a regular fisherman, introduced himself as Wayne Having any luck old mate he asks, not me mate I have no luck No bloody fish here I says to Wayne, He says it’s not luck you need It’s a worm on a hook and pure skill that will get you a fish He sets up his rod and baits the hooks with wriggly worms from his garden He casts the line out into the lake and proceeds to make a cup of tea No sooner had he poured the tea when he had a strike, he set the hook I’ve got a nice fish on you grab the net be ready to catch him You lucky old bugger I says to Wayne, no luck involved just pure skill A 2kg Yellowbelly as fat as mud he will go down well for tea Not to be outdone I changed my lure and cast it into the lake On my third cast I spotted the dark shape of a fish following A strike I yelled as I set the hook and the fish- well he took off I played him out till he started to tire, fetch the net old mate This fish is a whopper; I played him out till he went belly up Wayne rushed over and gently placed the net under the fish Wow what a fish Wayne said the bugger is twice as big as mine You were bloody lucky- I reckon I brought you good luck say’s Wayne No bloody luck involved I say’s to Wayne, old mate It’s just my good looks and pure skill