gone fishing

i laughed when
he told me about
the fight the fish
put up at the end
of his line, a
steel hook embedded
in his numb hard
lip, his body
in shock at the
tug and pull of
biting into the
fake red worm
that wiggled
delightfully just
beneath the shimmering
blue. for the fish
weighed three pounds
and he weighed
in at two hundred
ten and while dressed
in camouflage he
carried a knife,
and an electronic
underwater tracking
device. next week
he'll be hunting in
the woods, hiding
in some bushes,
with his high powered
scope rifle,keeping
still, eating beef
jerky and awaiting
the big bambi kill.