10' foot pole.

Yeah… This ain’t that pretty lake-house fishin’. This that wait-all-night, hands smell like bait kinda thing. Catch bluegill early, afternoon sun, Throw-net splash, yeah we loadin’ up a ton, Bucket full, air pump bubblin’ slow, Some lose their heads, some stay whole, Cut clean once, let the scent run free, Only one thing down there eatin’ that meat, Shad heads better, yeah them cats know, Fish head dinner in the undertow. Hook through the back, let ‘em swim and pray, Live bait panic drive the lurkers insane. Ten-foot pole, heavy line, pitch it out, Deep dark water where the dam roars loud, Rocks under boots, current pullin’ mean, All damn night for one hard scream, Watchin’ that rod like it owes me rent, Gettin’ hyped for nothin’… then BAM — it’s bent. Cast it deep where the water runs fast, Up against the dam where the shadows stack, Lantern bugs hiss in the summer heat, Sweat rollin’ down, shirt smellin’ like meat, Sometimes liver, sometimes bugs crawl, Big old cats don’t give a damn at all, They eat whatever drifts their way, Kings of the bottom, born that way. Pole wedged up in the rocks, swayin’ slow, Time moves different when the moon hangs low. Ten-foot pole, heavy line, pitch it out, Deep dark water where the dam roars loud, Rocks under boots, current pullin’ mean, All damn night for one hard scream, Watchin’ that rod like it owes me rent, Gettin’ hyped for nothin’… then BAM — it’s bent. People think fishin’s beer and laughs, They don’t know patience like this kinda task, Hours of quiet, one violent pull, That’s the moment that fills your soul. Ten-foot pole, heavy line, set it right, Bucket hummin’, bluegill alive all night, Heads or whole, don’t matter then, Cats will eat whatever swims in, All night waitin’, no regrets, For that