道出了俺们广大的冰钓 LAKER 的淫民群众的心声:
‘Twas the day before opener, and all through the house,
The anglers get ready for first ice lake trouts.
The rods were all set with tackle in tow,
In hope that the morning would be good to go.
The sleds were all packed with ice huts and chairs,
plus augers, and heaters, and warm boots in pairs.
With spud bar in hand, to check as they go,
It’s time to head out to drill that first hole.
This ice was ready, and down the bait went,
Hoping that soon the rods would be bent.
A bounce off the bottom a jig and a reel,
It was at this moment we hoped for a feel.
When all of a sudden, there were marks on the flasher,
I started to reel just a little bit faster.
I felt a tug and set the hook fast,
That’s when it shook, and swam and thrashed.
As the battle took place deep down below,
I reeled and reeled until it started to show.
Lines a screaming, it went on a run,
That’s when I knew this was more than just fun.
Soon enough the beast started to tire,
Thankfully so, my arms were on fire.
Once again up it came, and we all gave a shout'
There it was, the season’s first Lake Trout.