Coming Down On A January Day
By sidewinder
Footprints in the sand, Watching five Navajos trying to catch a fish, There they were standing on the ice, They caught one, But it was too cold They weren't dressed warm, Nor did they come prepared, The wind was blowing against their necks, I told them to try ice-jigging, with a marabou jig, Put a grub, worm, a piece of cheese or a mealworm on it, Bump it up and down, Until the fish want to bite, You never know until you try, And then when you least expect it, Somehow the excitement begins It's fun fishing, Coming down on a January day. Jan. 13, 2002 Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 05:44 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • contemporary
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