My Brother Craig and Me
My brother Craig and I spend a lot of time in the great outdoors. These poems describe some of the outdoor activities we both loved.
My Brother Craig and Me
Dry Fly Fishing
There’s nothing like dry fly fishing in a Colorado stream,
The waters is cold and clear, it’s a Fisherman’s dream.
Flip that dry fly upstream and let it lightly float down.
Then a large Brown Trout sucks it in with a soft popping sound.
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That fly line zips out then you give your rod a quick flip,
The big trout is hooked and the fly rod bends down at the tip.
He runs and he jumps out of the water with a big splash,
You feel some slack in your line and he’s gone in a flash.
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You pull in your fly, check out the hook, then put oil on your fly,
You flip it upstream and float it down giving the trout another try.
And another Brown Trout is hooked in the deep ripple flow.
You catch him this time because you played him real slow.
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When those trout are jumping and are rising real high
There’s no place I would rather be than fishing that fly.
Wading the cool Colorado stream deep in the woods.
Gives you that peaceful easy feeling just like it should.
Looks like My Brother Craig and Me dry fly fishing for brown trout on the Rio Grande River near South Fork. Colorado.
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Duck Hunting
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Up at four AM and get that coffee to get the blood flowing,
Dress real warm, put on the waders, and get things a going.
Bag those decoys, and grab the over and under Browning.
Hit the road with my brother Craig ready for duck downing.
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Reach the shores of Lake Meridith and throw out the decoys,
Built a tumbleweed blind and get out the hunting toys,
There’s a duck call you shake with a black rubber hose
And a pair of binoculars to make the ducks look real close.
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Settle into the blind, light up a smoke, and wait for daylight,
See ducks coming in with all of the conditions just right.
Rise up and fire twice each and see four ducks fall into the lake,
Wade out and get them and they are all Mallard drakes.
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We settle back in the blind and here come fast moving Teal.
They swoop right in so fast it makes you wonder if they’re real.
We rise and fire again, and with the close formation, we hit six.
That’s a limit today, we head home and the ducks we do pick.
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We clean them real good, and put some into the freezer,
We take four to my Dad that we called “The Geiser”.
We grab a cool Bud light, and rest for a long while,
While Pam makes very spicy duck chilli, Cajun Style.
Lake Meredith ducks shot by My Brother Craig and Me out of a tumbleweed blind with our over and under 12 gauge shotguns, Charles Daley and Browning Citori.
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Fishing For Walleyed Pike
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We went out in the evenings just after we got off work,
And fished rocky points near shore until well after dark.
We used a small white jig flipping it towards the shore
And reeling it in slowly just jigging up and down as a lure.
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When the Walleye hit the Jig, it was just a small hit.
With a flick of the wrist, he was hooked in the lip.
The fight was real fun, with a very hard steady pull,
Their size ranged from three to seven pounds, no bull.
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Sometimes the Walleye moved out to deep water,
Then we used metal Slab lures at 1 ounce and a quarter.
We reeled them in fast with some small little jerks
To simulate injured minnows and boy did it work.
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Sometimes my Mom would hang a worm off the back,
To entice them to bite with the lures with a big smack.
They hit much harder when the water was deeper,
And everyone you caught was always a keeper.
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Each year my Dad and I kept records of the fish we took
We wrote down, weight, location,, and date in our book
And used it as a guide for the next years fishing plans.
We caught many walleye limits with this data in hand.
Limit of Walleye caught by My Brother Craig and Me. These were caught with white jigs near shore on the Rocky points.
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Poems By Bill
Thanks for reading My Dad, My Mom, My Brother And Me,
Bill