Parked in a campground with hardly a soul around, I quickly scan for cougars and bears. I shake my head as I realize I’m too paranoid.
Our trailer sits looking at the lightly wooded view on the one side,
and the lake with our skiff on the beach on the other side. This pic is taken through the trailer window after the trip over dusty gravel road.
We can hardly wait to try fishing on the lake, and Emma is ready to go. She perches as lookout near the bow while Ruby settles into the space between the seats behind me.
When the Captain catches a trout, Emma checks it out,
and then Ruby has to give her approval as well.
The word is out beneath the waves
Swim for your lives and hope that saves
You from the Captain and his wife,
Their fishing rods may take your life.
Beware the tiny lures like flies
The Captain dangles them and tries
To fool us, thinking we’re just fish,
How tasty we’d be on a dish.
He’s brought his wife and both the dogs
Which makes it hard to watch for logs
His boat may hit one and they’ll flip
And we won’t get hooked on the lip.
Alas, young Cutty took the bait
I told him not to bite, just wait,
But no, he had to have it now,
I heard him screaming, “Ow, ow, ow!”
The Captain reeled him to the boat,
When Cutty was too tired to float,
They netted him and held him up
With comments about how they’d sup.
When Emma saw poor Cutty there
She tasted him and sniffed the air.
Then Ruby had to have her turn,
Making little Cutty squirm.