Twas the Night Before Trout Season

by William Crisp

Twas the night before trout season, when all  through the camp not a creature was stirring, not even Uncle Jim, passed out on a lamp.

The rods were set by the chimney with care

In hopes that trout they soon would bear.

Most fishermen were nestled all snug in their beds.

 

 

 

 

 

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