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I hear my fishing poles stretching their muscles. My lures are rattling in my tackle box. My waders are singing the opening aria of an opera I can’t wait to attend.
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WALLEYE RUN painting by Richard Rensberry
author at QuickTurtle Books®
Soon the ice will break up, the snow will melt and the creeks will boil and rush helter-skelter into the lakes. The suckers will come, then the northerns and the walleye to the mouth of Warren Creek. As the sun sets on the middle of May and the moon flashes silver off a minnow, you’ll find me in waders with my rod tipped in glee. Continue reading
The morning dawns
lightning strikes
and black sky,
we’re leaving now
to catch the tide.
hoisted sails
and fishing poles,
black coffee
and jelly rolls,
like mallard wings
we shed the rain
and leave behind
the anchor’s chain. Continue reading