FULFILL'N YOUR DREAMS ON SF BAY
They couldn't keep away from red & white.
Every time you threw 'em it was another strike.
We got there about low, and then incomin',
It was such a wild mornin'
you'd a thought we were a'chummin'.
Just one other was away to my east,
He was gettin' more, but not the big beast.
His Sage was bendin' in the mornin' sun,
I knew it was Hardy 'cause 'a the way it sung.
Offshore breeze is what ya oughtta seek,
If ya wanna rip some big bass by a creek.
Thirty-five linesides and I was beat.
I wish you could'a been there, but you were asleep.
Frank and Bob should'a seen this sight,
Even Dan, Rick and Brien would'a loved this bite.
They must'a been thinkin' about the Delta.
This post might change the way they felta!
I hope ya don't mind me crowin' about the day,
But ya just can't help it when ya slay 'em on the Bay.
I like it when I go home and I need a bath
'Cause my arm hurts and back aches, with no wrath.
They same times are a change'n in this ol' place,
Where we got 'em is close and in your face.
I'd like to tell ya more but I'd rather teach ya,
'Though I just might go COSTA RICA!!@!!
-Bill Hutchinson
posted on Dan Blanton's Bulletin Board
10/14/01 |
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