(Personal experience fishing with my father)

My fishing line scrolls out

I jerk and set the hook

I crank the reel and shout

Tonight fish we will cook

I watch a tail appear

Have I hooked the wrong end?

Tail quickly disappears

My cranking I suspend

Before I say a word

The line begins to tug

Story must be deferred

I crank; my shoulders shrug

I land a large mouth bass

Fish for dinner secured

Tell story? I may pass

Belief is not assured

The first fish had been snagged

A line loop caught his tail

No way he could be bagged

His weight ensured his bail