Lawrence Hittle
07-01-2012, 04:42 PM
JACK BETTS IS AN OLD FRIEND AND VETERAN TROUT FISHERMAN WHO BOASTS A FONDNESS FOR CARLING ‘S BLACK LABEL BEER IN COLD LONG NECK BOTTLES. WITH THAT IN MIND, I WOULD LIKE TO SUBMIT FOR YOUR APPROVAL:
“AN ODE TO THE BLACK LABEL DUN”
ON PINE CREEK OL’ JACK BETTS WAS FISHIN’,
THE WHOLE MORNING LONG HE’D BEEN WISHIN’,
FOR SOME FISH IN HIS CREEL
TO FRY UP FOR A MEAL,
BUT THEY WEREN’T HITTIN’ ON WHAT OL’ JACK WAS DISHIN’.
‘BOUT MID-MORN OL’ JACK HAD TO LEAK,
THE BEER HE’D SWILLED SPLASHED IN THE CREEK,
THE FISH STARTED JUMPIN’
AT WHAT OL’ JACK WAS PUMPIN’,
IT WAS BEER THAT THOSE BROWN TROUT DID SEEK!
SO HE PEELED OFF A CARLING’S BLACK LABEL
AND TIED IT AS BEST HE WAS ABLE,
TO A NUMBER TEN HOOK
WHICH HE CAST IN THE BROOK,
AND LET DRIFT ‘CROSS THE BROWN’S BREAKFAST TABLE.
THE DEEP QUIET WATERS EXPLODED!
AS ALL OF THOSE BROWN TROUT UNLOADED,
ON THAT DELICATE FLY
FLOATING SO HIGH AND DRY,
WHILE “THE MASTER” KEPT FISHING AND GLOATED.
WHERE A BOTTLE HAD ONCE STOOD IN PLACE,
IN EACH SLOT IN THAT BLACK LABEL CASE,
THERE NOW WAS A FISH,
OL’ JACK GOT HIS WISH,
LANDING BROWNS AT A FURIOUS PACE.
JACK’S BRILLIANCE WAS NEVER IN DOUBT,
AND BY TWILIGHT THE HOLE WAS FISHED OUT,
HE’D BECOME A MAGICIAN,
WHILE BLACK LABEL FISHIN’,
AND WENT HOME WITH A CASE FULL OF TROUT!
Happy Birthday ol’ buddy! Lawrence Hittle 23 Jan., 2003
“AN ODE TO THE BLACK LABEL DUN”
ON PINE CREEK OL’ JACK BETTS WAS FISHIN’,
THE WHOLE MORNING LONG HE’D BEEN WISHIN’,
FOR SOME FISH IN HIS CREEL
TO FRY UP FOR A MEAL,
BUT THEY WEREN’T HITTIN’ ON WHAT OL’ JACK WAS DISHIN’.
‘BOUT MID-MORN OL’ JACK HAD TO LEAK,
THE BEER HE’D SWILLED SPLASHED IN THE CREEK,
THE FISH STARTED JUMPIN’
AT WHAT OL’ JACK WAS PUMPIN’,
IT WAS BEER THAT THOSE BROWN TROUT DID SEEK!
SO HE PEELED OFF A CARLING’S BLACK LABEL
AND TIED IT AS BEST HE WAS ABLE,
TO A NUMBER TEN HOOK
WHICH HE CAST IN THE BROOK,
AND LET DRIFT ‘CROSS THE BROWN’S BREAKFAST TABLE.
THE DEEP QUIET WATERS EXPLODED!
AS ALL OF THOSE BROWN TROUT UNLOADED,
ON THAT DELICATE FLY
FLOATING SO HIGH AND DRY,
WHILE “THE MASTER” KEPT FISHING AND GLOATED.
WHERE A BOTTLE HAD ONCE STOOD IN PLACE,
IN EACH SLOT IN THAT BLACK LABEL CASE,
THERE NOW WAS A FISH,
OL’ JACK GOT HIS WISH,
LANDING BROWNS AT A FURIOUS PACE.
JACK’S BRILLIANCE WAS NEVER IN DOUBT,
AND BY TWILIGHT THE HOLE WAS FISHED OUT,
HE’D BECOME A MAGICIAN,
WHILE BLACK LABEL FISHIN’,
AND WENT HOME WITH A CASE FULL OF TROUT!
Happy Birthday ol’ buddy! Lawrence Hittle 23 Jan., 2003