"FLISHING" A poem from my brother

[Coosa]

There are a few inside jokes people wont understand like SCSE, woman in the tent, and indian campground. But you will get most of it. I tried to edit for content. I hope I did good enough 

FLISHING 

Floating and Fishing 

It’s two in the morning when my alarm goes off,

I think to myself don’t forget your hog trough. 

I try to remember what did I forget,

Just my hog trough is that really it? 

“It’s too early for this” as I jump out of bed,

My wife says to me as she’s shaking her head. 

I get myself together and scurry downstairs,

I dreamt we were skunked it was a nightmare. 

I hop in my truck on my way to meet Aaron, 

I’m in a great mood my radio is blaring. 

We meet at the shop to load the kayaks,

We’re finally headed south to float on the jacks.

We talk in the truck about what’d we forget,

Not just one thing but all kinds of s+++

But I’ve got my rods, and I got my tackle,

Ive got my w+++, and I’ve got my paddle. 

So everything else can kiss my a++ 

Now let’s go catch some smallmouth bass.  

After what seemed like the longest darn drive, after a few stops we have finally arrived. 

We get there a little early to pay for our shuttle,

So she climbs out the tent and steps over a puddle. 

She then informs us we are at the wrong place,

You should have seen the look on my brother Aaron’s face. 

We find the right spot and we’re standing by the river,

“Is that enough brownie? I’ll have another sliver.”

So now we are fishing just me and my bro,

we’re gonna keep casting til we can’t cast no more. 

Now we are cruisin’ both in our Jackson,

The easiest way for stress free relaxin. 

He’s walking the dog I’m twitching the fluke,

he’s had a few bites so I switch to my spook.  

He swears by the sexy dog I do not know why,

Then he hooks a hog I guess he don’t lie. 

He cast by some wood and gave it a twitch,

I seen it blowup and thought son of a +++++

Our first-fish bet was a nasty a++ shot,

I bet it’s in the sun getting real hot. 

He fights it for a bit and gets it close to his yak,

He reaches down for it while talking some smack. 

Thankfully the fish spits the hook from its mouth,

So I yell you didn’t touch it...it don’t even count. 

Aarons’ in front of with the perfect spot ahead,

“I know there’s a fish there” to Aaron I said. 

But luckily Aaron’s hooks stuck in his bungee,

I chuckle to myself because I find it real funny,

So I cast by the rock and wouldn’t you know,

I catch me a smallie 12 inches or so. 

I get it in my tuna and say with a smile, 

“That didn’t take long we’ve been but a mile.” 

So Aarons pissed off so stay with the grin,

And say “It’s not Jack or Johnny, but I hope you like Jim”

So now we are searching for the perfect sandbar,

We’ve gone a few miles but didn’t go too far,

The first thing we do is gather some wood,

It was pretty picked through, we got as much as we could. 

After a good pile: we wanted to shower, 

The whole time I’m suggesting a round of power hour. 

But just as usual he’s too chicken s+++

Instead we make our oven of rocks from our fire pit. 

Aaron is busy making our first evening meal,

As I reach for my wine and break the new seal. 

I say we could do SCSE, (Shots, Cook, Smoke, Eat)

Though I feel the only one taking shots would be me.

Now we are relaxing as I reach for the Jim,

I also see some beer, maybe 9 or 10. 

It’s a good thing we’re not very close to a town,

because this could become an Indian campground. 

So if you know me at all, you’d know I am wishing,

that no matter what I am doing,

I’d rather be FLISHING!

[Daryk Campbell Sr]

Feels like I've been there a time or two. 

[Flysmallie]

I think I understood more than what I should have! Nothing better than flishing.