In the spirit of the season and in keeping with the topic at hand, I created this new twist on a familiar poem. Enjoy. ‘Twas the night before Fishing Opener And all through Minnesota Not an angler was sleeping Not even a wink The slip bobbers were rigged The lindy rigs, too In hopes that Mr. Walleye Was hungry for food. The minnows and leeches Were all purchased fresh They have to be lively Mr. Walleye expects no less Mama will keep sleeping As I get up at four To launch and park the trailer Lest... (more...)