The fishing pole I used always held up
to whatever I would catch. Of course,
I always knew better than to
try and lift a bigger fish out of the water
than the rod could stand.
I would use the best reels,
the best fishing line and
I would oil that sucker every few
fishing trips unless it got
wet. Then I would oil it every time.
I guess I should have fished the lakes
of Kentucky when I lived
there. They were huge and so
inviting. Tournaments all the time
loaded with huge cash prizes.
Nancy was always good to me,
when we were dating.
We really loved each other,
at first.
I packed up and moved to be
with her, eight hundred miles from
my family.
She never wanted to go fishing
with me and the dogs.
I soon lost interest in fishing.
I told myself I just didn’t
have the time anymore.
The fights came, and then
the medical problems.
There was nothing worse than
being laid up and needing help
and not being able to get any.
Eventually, I healed and
my fishing rod got put away.
The thought of not fishing
anymore is still painful,
even though the catch just
wasn’t as good as I thought
it was originally.