Retired Engineers
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These poems are tall tales of retired engineers that could be true,
Who did things a little different than the average person might do.
And were criticized by others before they knew all of the facts,
So don’t judge old guys too fast that may be smarter than they act.
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Retired Engineers
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Fishing In The Well
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I saw a man laughing as he walked up to me in my front yard,
He said “that old man over there has been working way too hard.
He’s sitting fishing down in that water well behind his house.
I think his old brains have done left and gone way down south.”
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Get the lawn chairs Craig and the Bud Light cooler, and let’s catch some white bass.
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“Why would you say an ugly thing like that, you’re a very bad egg,
He’s a fine old man with an engineering degree named Craig.
And I sometimes fish out there with old Craig drinking Bud Light.”
The guy looked at me funny and said “you two are just not right.”
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I said “don’t jump to conclusions when the facts you don’t know,
There’s an underground spring that well is tapped into below,
And each spring, white bass run up into the spring from the river,
And we catch them so fast from that well that it makes us quiver.”
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“We just drop a white jig in the well and shake it up and down,
And one of those white bass grabs it and pulls it all around.
We set the hook, then reel him on up the well flipping and flopping,
Hoping we get it to the top without coming unhooked and dropping.”
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Here’s the best water well lure they ever made.
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“When we get a big batch there in our red igloo cooler on ice,
We clean, filet, and fry them up for a big family fish fry so nice.
So don’t think someone’s crazy bad mouthing them with sass,
Or you may end up feeling like a fool with your head up your ass.”
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Love catching those water well white bass. How many do we have in the cooler now? Hand me another Bud Light.
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Duck Hunting On Hills.
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My brother Craig and I went duck hunting at Lake Meredith on hills,
We would set up 200 yards from the lake in a blind sitting still.
With no decoys or duck calls, only our 12 gauge shotguns and shells,
Just two old retired guys with a thermos of coffee and our pills.
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A guy happened by on his way to set up in a blind by the lake,
He said “you geezers need to get closer to the lake to ducks take,
And set out some decoys to draw them in with your duck call.”
Then he went on down to the lake with us smiling having a ball.
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.Craig, that’s got the outside of our blind covered with tumble weeds up here on the hill.
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When the morning sun began to rise we turned around in the blind,
Facing around looking toward the grain fields with the lake behind.
It was a full moon last night and ducks feed in the fields at night.
We knew they would be swooping in low to the lake at daylight.
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It’s daylight and here they come Craig, let’s get a quick limit and hit the road.
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Because we hunted the area for years right in this same spot,
We got our limit of ducks in thirty minutes as the hunting was hot.
Then picked up our limit of ducks off the ground so very near,
Without wading in that freezing cold lake setting decoys I fear.
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That’s a limit Craig, let’s ride that guy down there before we leave.
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Before we headed for our truck with our limit of mallard ducks,
We hollered, “hey buddy, we hope now you might have some luck,
As we now have our limit of ducks and are heading to our truck.
There may be at least one or two left now, doesn’t that just suck.”
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We could see him flip us the bird as we were laughing out loud,
About that whippersnapper with his young head in the clouds,
Thinking he knew more than us wise old retired engineer hunters,
The next full moon he was on that hill too, correcting his blunder.
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This fiction is dedicated to my brother Craig, another wise old retired engineer,
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.That’s my brother Craig the retired engineer and his lady Rhonda. Next is Pam then me on the end.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Retired Engineers,
Bill