A friend of mine named Rocky reminded me of a time,
Right after I had bought me a brand new fly rod so fine.
We went fishing together to try out my brand new rod,
For the very first time, as I felt so good and very proud. Continue reading
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We rafted the Rio Grande River near South Fork every year,
Up there in that mountain country so pure and so clear.
Every summer we were up their with family and friends,
What fun we all had on that river with all its sharp bends. Continue reading
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In spring 2007, we had an outing to Lee’s Resort on Grand Lake,
It was late April and I was ready for a long weekend of fun to take,
This poem recalls some good times on that trip with our family,
Our dog Cutsie went too as she was allowed as long as I paid a fee. Continue reading
My Dad was a fisherman of that there just is not any doubt,
He always looked for those special spots when we were out.
Even when we were right on the banks of a great Colorado River,
He still looked for a special spot that would make his liver quiver. Continue reading
Running The Trot Line
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Fishing was a pastime sport that all my family did love so fine,
We preferred to catch fish with a rod and reel most of the time,
But occasionally my Dad liked to run a trot line for catfish at night,
So we headed to the lake, spending a night, to do the job right. Continue reading
My Brother Craig
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As I’ve said before, brothers have a special relationship forever,
Brotherly love is what always has held us very close together,
The poem very briefly touches on some of the fun times we had,
As young men growing up together as outdoor loving young lads. Continue reading
The Grand Years
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There are a few places out in the world that provide great fun.
We keep going back all of our lives and we never ever are done,
Because we have enjoyed them over the years with family,
One place this poem reviews is the Grand Lake O’ Cherokees. Continue reading
For a while in the late 1990s, we made weekend trips to the lake,
We did several of the activities we loved on our weekend break.
This poem tells a little about how we worked the fun stuff in.
Just having a ball on our terrific monthly Grand Lake Weekend. Continue reading
One of the things I learned to do very well in my time
Was fishing for trout in mountainous areas oh so fine.
This poem visits some of my methods and techniques,
I used to catch this fine sport fish with all their mystique. Continue reading
Occasionally, my Dad planned a fishing trip with someone from his work. I loved to go with them because I got to see and hear a lot of stuff I would never have known about my Dad. Continue reading