ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

I fished a reef off the Southport Seaway for four nice snapper, one a real contender.
I’ve left a lot of the battle out the writing.

The day was something lifted from a fisherman’s perfect dream.
A glassed out sea, a cloudless sky, activity on the screen.
First drop was hit so hard I raised the tip in sheer amazement.
The battle’s on. My heart takes up the thrill of the engagement.

I’m fishing light and know this one will really test my cool.
I’m tense. I hold my breath and helpless, watch line race off spool.
My senses all alive now. No white flag this one’s soul.
He takes me on another run. His one aim - gain control.

And suddenly I’m fearful that the line won’t take the stress.
From this point on it’s artistry, subtlety, finesse.
At last I turn his head and now the fight’s as good as won.
He’ll twist and turn and knock and maybe make one final run.

But he’s given all he’s got and knows the battle’s at an end.
He’ll fight no more as through the crystal waters he’ll ascend.
He has no way of knowing no capacity for thought
that the fisherman who captured him respects the way he’s fought.

I hold him for an instant. Put his splendour on display,
then return him to the waters deep, to swim another day.

Man, that's a FISH Wazza - it's almost as big as you - or have you put it closer to the lens so it looks big?

Love the poem, a beaut fish and even better that you sent him/her back

Thanks Heather, no not intentionally anyway. It was a big fish.
Thanks Maureen.

Excellent poem Wazza - really enjoyed this. Love the last three lines showing respect, and the fact that you put him back. It's also a brilliant photo!

I was with you from the first strike Wazza.....only I filleted mine...

Ya bloody mad ya stupid bugger ? respect them yes but I'm with Ross they taste sooooo nice.



Bob

A great fish Wazza, and a damn good poem as well.

Terry

Thanks all.
Haha Ross and Bob, caught three more smaller so plenty for the table.
Wazza

Have you not ever heard of upsizing