"Reel 'er in boy!" he said,
the crank buzzing like a thousand angry bees,
the sting felt on the other side of the rod.
"Keep that pole up!" he said,
watching my 9 year old frame bend,
bow, and struggle against that fish.
"Easy now!" he said,
the fish coming closer and closer
on its ascent to the boat.
"Now pull 'er off!" he said,
knowing I hated the slimy scales of the fish,
waiting for its spear-like fins to slice.
I'm not sure what he was trying to tell me,
but I found my grandpa's advice
works equally well with fish and women.