DRIFT

They don’t bite when you’re expecting.
They know when you’re trying just too damn hard and simply let your drift be.
But when your mind wanders, heads-off with the color of the season and song of the current…
weight of deadlines and work-a-day monotony bound and gagged in the trunk back at the parking area…
Then, my friends.
Then.

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5 responses to “DRIFT

  1. I dig the photo of the brown trout. I love seeing those little teeth growing in and knowing that fish is going to grow up and be one of those aggressive eating machines. Thanks for the post.

    Ben

  2. EISurfBum

    One helluva poem! I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing. Keep on keeping on. Peace.

  3. That’s how it works for me… mind wanders… fish hits… normally I miss it.

    First time on your blog. Found it on OBN. Very nice!

    The Average Joe Fisherman

  4. yep.

    (ignore this part, it said my comment was too short.)

    • Fishingpoet

      Average Joe – yea, the whole slack-line thing that happens when I’m not paying attention is a pain in the ass 🙂 Glad you found the site.
      Alex – ha! Seriously… they need to shorten the requirements on comment length.

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