Author: Doug Tanoury

There was a day in mid-Spring, so lovely, With everything now growing once again. I told her, we must go fishing soon, For the lilacs are blooming, and that means The walleye are biting in the river and the lake. She will wear a straw hat with a wide brim, To protect her face and smells of sunscreen. I will caution her to watch her hands As she fingers the baits in the tackle box, Jiggling green jitterbugs and fur-tailed spinners. She doesn’t know a flatfish from a pencil plug, A jig from a sinker, a leader from a spreader,…