The first fight of the season

It was a magical spring I saw The road were dry the trails still raw I could see the birds flappin their wings The jay birds just starts to sing And so I head up that windy trail The new summer breeze I love that smell Deer just walking ever so slow The blackbirds just start to crow I have a fishing pole and no care Just keep on trucking all I can do is stare I just look onto the river bed just thinking of what my friend had said "Keep it on the edge a far The fish their as big as a car" So i lay my bag on down I just flop onto the ground Running my line out through the waves My heart a pounds fish I crave The first cast of the season Skipping work I did it for this reason I just sit there on that rock I feel a tug and my pole starts to knock I start to reel on in to see If only a biggie it could be The fight is what i thrive for I want it ever so more And finally he comes on in I string him up and start again As the day winds to night My family sits by the campfire light We exchange our stories away For tomarrow is another day.....