Kemper do you mean Poetry or B.S?
Or are they the same thing LOL. J/K
Post a couple sonnets to help out PD.
"and all thru the ice hut not a tip up was stirring, not even a nibble.
The waders were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that the bite would soon be there.
The anglers were nestled all snug in their Mustangs while visions of 60 plus muskies all danced in their heads.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter I arose from my bunk to see what was the matter. It was TJ and 6 tiny...."