Gerritt Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house.. not a fishermen was sleeping.. not even on the couch.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 the muskie baits were hung by the chimney with care they were thrown all season and had major signs of wear Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
misfish Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 But the price of those baits made me cringe with all my might,I threw tubes,that made me feel the pull of a smallies bite. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
walleyejigger Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 but near the boat there was a splash, oh my with a pike the smallie did clash Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tybo Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 The pike was victorious and seemed to not care, for now on Christmas day his cupboards wouldn't be bare, Smallies for breakfast the baby pike sang, as they sat by the fire where their stockings did hang. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nater Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 Think we'll have ice for whittie openner? Nate Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gerritt Posted December 18, 2007 Author Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 Fillets of Pike on my plate they did lay; Bernie's Black Russian certainly made my day... with a twitch of his nose and a look of jest Nater just does not understand what were trying to attest... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pigeonfisher Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 Roy called from above "Now you children play nice". For soon you shall have that bounty on ice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bernie Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 A fork and a knife on my plate it did clatter for walleye was about to appear on my platter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HTHM Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 And then with a swirl and a shout, was placed a meal that would make any man stout Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarzan's Jane Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 (edited) Slurpping and slopping, my man he did eat While I gazed at the small portion by my seat Sit woman join me in this festive of seasons Christmas morning you'll see I have my reasons So I jump out of bed so full of glee Run to the window and there he's waving at me Left on the table was a note that did say Yours is parked to the left up near the bay I put back on my jammies and throw on my boots Run to the bay but it's all just a hoot Grab my rods and drill out a hole, I'll catch My own walleye....you'll see, you'll see! Edited December 18, 2007 by twilight Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joey Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 Visions of sugarplums dancing for me and for you, but alas it is only TJ in a pink tutu! We run and we fret and hide under the bed, for who knows what devious plans TJ has in his head. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pigeonfisher Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 We try as we may, to keep ourselves prudent Reading the laws of the lands, today we're the students As we sit by the table, our catch is our feast a knock on the door, Oh No it's the beast It's Maw and Oh my he thinks he's the police An unwanted search, with nothing to seize "Donny" says jim from across our friends table "We have nothing here, Move on if you please" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 with Donny gone we chowed down on the feast it was heavily spiced and gases were released we blamed it on the dog, who passed out and was shaking we looked in the oven to see what else was baking Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
danbo Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 Cornbread & apple pie browned in the oven, while the OFC'ers started huffin' & shovin. Dang! old St.Nick better be bringin' me sumthin, I only got a rock for bein' mean last year for grumblin.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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