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Jun 2010
Fishing early morning
On this great big lake
I can’t get a fish to bite
Don’t know what it’s gona take

I tried trolling plastic
Looking for some Eye
When I couldn’t even get a tap
I thought I was gona cry

I went and got some minnows
For ****** I would go
Thought I would get some dinner
But even they are slow.

Sitting here two hours
Not a ****** in my creel
If I try and fish for Perch
Maybe they’ll get real

Catfish on the bottom
Should bring something in
Still haven’t caught my dinner
My patience wearing thin

Running out of options
I don’t know what I can do
I guess I’ll have to buy my meal
When my fishing’s threw
Rew 6/6/10.
Written by
Robert E Wolfe  In a Class A motor home
(In a Class A motor home)   
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