Mille Lacs
Kel’s cabin, winter he and Scott bickering like an old married couple far from and all of their macho strutting ice fishing, a constant fire in the hearth and drinks by the barrel two old friends i see not often enough Kel’s prayer to Becky Johnson’s ass heartfelt and hilarious, he fell to his knees raised his arms and begged pleeeeeeease!!! oh Creator of such delicious perfection!!! as the congregation clapped hands and screamed amen!!! Phil, Kel’s old man, kindly left us t-bones in the freezer to go along with our fresh walleye fire up the grill, huddle it for warmth and here, swill this the blizzard hit close to dawn where the hell we need to go? valid excuses don’t always fall from the sky
I saw the whole scene, including the huge walleye fish. I actually had to look that up; I never heard of it before, but it's not a sardine!
The whole poem has the vitality of men who've known each other, fished and/or hunted together and have that special comraderie. I was never someone who 'hung' out at bars, But when I started teaching at Riverdale Country School I had two life-long friends, Satish and Ron, who took me out on Friday after school to a local bar. Those times were so great. Satish introduced me to Scotch and we had the same conversations about certain teachers. One kindergarten teacher in particular was very voluptuous and we drank and dreamed of this person with her clothes whisked off. In life we we were very respectful and my wife and I went out with this lady her husband.
Blab! Blab! Blab! The really important thing here is how you captured those precious moments and did it so succintly and yet full of flavor. ....so what doew a walleye taste like??
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