Twas the morning before Christmas, when Santa was in bed
Thinking of fighting a big ole' sheepshead
The Predator and rods were loaded with care
In hopes that Mr. Convict soon would be there
The shrimp were nestled all snug in the bucket
With the visions of the bait guy saying, "looks like 3 dozen, F#@K it!"
And the wife in her work chair, and I in my yak,
Had just said to myself, "kayak fishing is like crack!"
When on the first drop arose such a clatter
I raised the rod tip to see what was a matter
Away to the handle, ready to take the chance
I set the hook so hard, I thought I crapped my pants
The hook found its mark between the teeth of the beast
I made sure the drag was tight, smoked down at the least
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
A stout sheepshead, one of the biggest of the year
With drag pulling power, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment this was a strong convict
More runs to the bottom not ready to give in
It was him vs. me, not a chance that he'd win
Finally to the surface while waving the white flag
I knew I had won, it was "money in the bag"
Now line! Now leader, Now swing in the fish
"You're not going anywhere, not a chance, you wish!"
With the sheepy in hand, I said to myself
"I wish somebody would take my picture, another angler, or an elf"
I forgot my GoPro was on, I never leave home without it
It captures every moment, mounted on my Panfish Portrait
To the stringer he goes, just waiting to be filleted
Blackened, baked, or grilled, I don't care how it's made
The day just started, I'm sure there will be more
We've got plenty of bait, hopefully it's sheepy galore
With a stringer full of fish and a face sporting a smile
The glow of catching a dozen could be seen for a mile
The addiction is strong, impossible to kick
Kayak fishing is in the blood, of ole' jolly St. Nick
The Predator and rods were loaded into the sleigh
The trip was up, time to call it a day
While leaving the launch, Santa was heard yelling with laughter...
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, we'll see ya on the water!"