It’s not that FishTales went away this year. More the case that the fish hardly made an appearance.
A brief blitz of bass in mid-October. Then came Hurricane Sandy and, well, you know the rest.
Still, this is the season of hopes and dreams. So we pine for the miracle of Christmas Bass, in the most figurative sense.
And as Big Brother Frank and I have penned here: “We Believe”.
Therefore, may there be a Van Staal under your tree, a keeper on your line, and love and peace on Earth for the New Year.
Merry Fishmas to all.
Fred
Gina, Fred and Frank Abatemarco. Lyrics by Frank and Fred. Graphic Design by Chaweenee. Photo by Punk Rock Barrister Justin Hoy.
GRANDMA NAILED A KEPER AT THE LIGHTHOUSE
(To the tune of Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer)
Grandma nailed a keeper at the Lighthouse,
Fishing on the slack tide Christmas Eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa.
But as for all the Sharpies, they believe.
She’d been drinking rum with Harvey,
And we begged her not to go.
But she slipped into her waders,
And she staggered to the Point under the snow.
When she weighed in Christmas morning,
Down at Paulie’s Tackle Shop,
She had a striper in the cooler,
And a big ole nasty bluefish on the top.
Now the bass is on the table,
And the pudding made of fig.
But Grandma’s deep into her tide charts.
She says New Year’s Eve at North Bar will be big.