If you enjoy fishing and poetry, the Boundary Waters Journal published my four poems on the four different fish of the Boundary Waters. It's called Grand Slam Poetry. They can be found on page 98 of the Winter issue.

Since we are getting into fishing poetry, I did a little of that once. I actually rewrote a song I like. If someone recognizes the song I will be impressed. You might like it. Or not.

I waded in this morning
It was drizzling rain
The water at my feet
Had a steelhead stain
I heard a fish roll
And an angler moan
They say the great runs
Are a long time gone
A long time gone
A long time gone

If you want good flies
You gotta t-i-e
Fish are gonna judge them
With an e-y-e
The big ones hide
Under the l-o-g
If you wanna get em out
You gotta d-i-g
You gotta d-i-g
You gotta d-i-g

Floating good rivers
Is what matters to me
What makes me want to fish
Every riffle I see
I was drifting this morning
Now I’m drifting again
Every gravel bar I see
Looks like a place to put in
A place to put in
A place to put in

I got a big fish
On the front of my hat
Chasing down the lunkers
Is where it’s at
Where it’s at
Where it’s at

Illegal Smile by John Prine ?

our laker trolling song:

here fishy fishy
here fishy fish
i'm not a bad dude
and i only have one wish
let me take a look, i don't wanna eat ya
unless yer guthooked, i really only wanna meet ya
here fishy fishy
etc
etc

I read it in the Winter issue, QMike. May have been one of the reasons the BW bug bit me just after the first of the year. Thanks for your inputs to BW Journal.

SlowElk: "

Johnh: "Since we are getting into fishing poetry, I did a little of that once. I actually rewrote a song I like. If someone recognizes the song I will be impressed. You might like it. Or not.



I waded in this morning
It was drizzling rain
The water at my feet
Had a steelhead stain
I heard a fish roll
And an angler moan
They say the great runs
Are a long time gone
A long time gone
A long time gone



If you want good flies
You gotta t-i-e
Fish are gonna judge them
With an e-y-e
The big ones hide
Under the l-o-g
If you wanna get em out
You gotta d-i-g
You gotta d-i-g
You gotta d-i-g



Floating good rivers
Is what matters to me
What makes me want to fish
Every riffle I see
I was drifting this morning
Now I’m drifting again
Every gravel bar I see
Looks like a place to put in
A place to put in
A place to put in



I got a big fish
On the front of my hat
Chasing down the lunkers
Is where it’s at
Where it’s at
Where it’s at"

I’m sure this isn't it, .... Ghost riders in the the sky?


BWJ. Nice job."

Bumstead: "I read it in the Winter issue, QMike. May have been one of the reasons the BW bug bit me just after the first of the year. Thanks for your inputs to BW Journal."

I'm glad you liked them :)

I like the two guesses. They are the right time period and genre. I really love that Ghost Riders in the Sky. The version by the Outlaws is my favorite.

Anyhow, it is Waymore’s Blues by Waylon Jennings. Thanks for guessing.

I have not read QM’s poetry yet but I expect I will.

What happened to Master Tangler? That guy posted like crazy and had good fishing advice. Did he just leave or maybe he got too excited about something and got the boot.

Fishing Blues....Taj mahal.