“All I had was an old bamboo pole that was cracked at the base, a handful of rusty hooks, a coffee can full of worms, and a listless summer’s afternoon sitting on an aging dock. And the greatest joy on any one of those many summer days was not catching the fish that filled my bucket. Rather, it was to release them at the end of the day so that they might fill the bucket of another.” GivingSummerFishingSharingGiftsBaitBucketHooks Author:Craig D. Lounsbrough
“You do not need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to write an emotional poet; because poetry is beyond hooks and holes.” PoetryEmotionalPoetPoemHolesGirlfriendBoyfriendHooks Book:LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS Source: LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
“For the gaming fishermen there was the Whatoosie River and its native cocka-snoek, the main game fish of the resident Skegg’s Valley Dynamite Fishing Club. Cocka-snoek were wily and tough and rather too bright for mere fish. You wouldn’t catch much with a rod around here. Many inexperienced visitors would find the bait stolen from their hooks, which punctuated the discovery that their lines had somehow got snagged and tangled irretrievably around some underwater obstruction – sometimes tied together with neat little bows. Often, several direct hits with hand grenades were needed to stun the creatures long enough just to catch them, gut them and fry them, but these former military types had become experts at it. For a modest fee, tours could be arranged via the booking office, which included an overnight stay on the banks of the river where one could drop off to a great night’s sleep after a satisfying meal of cocka-snoek done on an open fire, and the sound the bits of shrapnel made rattling in your stomach.” LongDoneEnoughTogetherSoundLinesSleepFireStomachYouBowsTiedModestRiverTheFishFindTangledItBaitAndOfUnderwaterObstructionYourAroundNightsSomeTheirOftenHereWouldWhereAnWhichWereClubRatherHadTypesSeveralFeeOvernightResidentFryGrenadesHooksWhatoosieBooking OfficeCocka SnoekSkegg SThem AndWouldnt Book:Loderunner Source: Loderunner