Joy Of Fishing

Oh how I enjoyed so very much Fishing off a bridge Or perhaps ‘long side the road Or from up on a slight ridge I remember many years ago On the first day of the season Going out before daylight Getting my limit was the reason Cold when I would paddle out In a small and rented boat And if I caught lots of fish Oh, how I loved to gloat But it was fun, I remember As I tossed the long line out And when I’d feel that tug I’d wait to give a mighty shout Until that little fish was on And I’d nailed him on the spot It was so much fun, my friend Especially if he really fought By the afternoon it was hot So a cold drink I’d be wishing And ready to go out again For the ultimate joy of fishing!