October 2014 ~ Catfish and Cheese Grits (The Band That Never Was)

Friday, October 24, 2014

Daddy Day Care

Scale Lily Steam Punk

If I had one of those wives who loved to shop, I would go with her as long as she was headed for the Altamonte Mall. I look around at some of the other men fishing at Crane's Roost and wonder, are they waiting out the time out here while their wives are trying on clothes inside? I had to drop Lily off at the fall festival for her school, and so I decided to to run up the street and take a few cast while I waited. I had a few Senkos left and thought it would be good to try them Wacky rigged since the weather had been changing, and since the fishing was a little more difficult there. This fall weather is beautiful and I managed two fish right off, hmm, maybe I should start a babysitting service for husbands. We could meet in the mall parking lot, and for ten dollars, your wife could leave you with me and I would provide you with a rod, some lures and the best invention for passing time. Pretty reasonable and I could invest the money back into the fishing economy. That would help keep my lures, hooks and line replenished and you could feel accomplished, that you had avoided a wasted afternoon of shopping in a place that did not start or begin with the words bait and tackle. Ah, but alas, a lovely dream.

Crane's Roost largemouth

I don't always shop when I go to the Altamonte mall but when I do, I wish I was doing this instead

Embark

What are you asking me to do? This is all I know
I am comfortable with this, but you're telling me to go
It's not that here is better, but it is to here that I was born
And so I pack with trepidation, and a spirit deeply torn
But one can't see the Promised Land while standing on the Nile
So I must walk and carry this, if only for a while

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

The Bug

Cheese Grits at Lake Destiny on a Craw

From the west and partly cloudy, and so I cannot go to work today
I'm coming down with something, and there's no cure, they say
This bug must run its course, through snot and matted weed
It cannot be ignored, it is the type of cold that you must feed
And so I pull this frog from throat, and hook it onto line
As you're passing by me, you say I look just fine
But no, that's not the case at all, these things can be deceiving
On the outside I am smiling, but inside I am grieving
Which spot will be the best today, to cleanse my hurting soul
I cannot walk there fast enough, the fever takes control
Autumn's disease has stricken me, but no one seems to care
My request for disability was met with empty stares
The world is cold and cruel my friends, so thank God for rod and reel
Because not everyone knows how to fish, so they've forgotten how to feel

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke