a surfcasters poem..

[Nebe]

The sea is rough, its just started to blow..

I cast my needlefish and watch it go...

Splashing down, I count to ten..

reeling in nothing, I cast agian....

counting down, a few more seconds pass...

Only to have my lure slammed by a large striped bass.

She takes a long powerful run..

I turn her and begin the fun...

Her tail pounds, my drag clicker screams..

Then I realize this is the fish of men's dreams.

three long runs she took that night..

I was sure that I had won the fight..

Just as I get her up to the rocks...

I hear the dreaded sound as my leader pops..

Diving down into the surf

I grab the fish and embrace its girth..

Its just her and me.. eye to eye...

She slips away.... oh well. good bye.

For the past ten years I come here each day

to try to catch that one fish that got away..