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Dylan Wood

Gone Fishing

The sun sparkles off the water
The cry of the loon fills the air
Motors churn the water
I make my first cast of the morning off my dock
My lure breaks the water
Ripples run out in every direction
Two cranks, Three cranks, the fish takes the bait
The fish jumps and breaks the water
Thrashing its head in a vicious shake
The rod is yanked back the hook is set
The battle lasts not but a minute
Yanked up on the dock so I can eye my prize
A fish out of water
I quickly place him back in
So that next summer we can fight again

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