Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is busy diggin’ Independence Day like most fathers of teenage boys. … Watching their Tax Deductions attempt to blow off a digit or two while messin’ with Alfred Nobel’s blood-powder.
When TD No. 1 asked for an extra $20 for more fireworks Sunday, I said I need it for the insurance co-pay.
Blowin’ off fingers/To honor nation’s birthday./That’s America.
For you Haiku Monday virgins, this is when Fish Hack busts a few non-rhymes about the outdoors in the form of Japanese poetry. Three-line gassers about whatever the hell comes to mind because, after all, Fish Hack rolls with no filters on.
America’s Founding Fathers might not have been so loose with the First Amendment if they knew some day Fish Hack would butcher the English language in 17-syllable bursts like these haikus.
But then again, it’s pretty ironic that the Nobel peace prize, of all things, is endowed and named for the creator of dynamite, which is about the only thing TD No. 1 didn’t ignite the other night.
TNT, for me?/Blow that cul de sac to hell./What a holiday.
Took the Runts to Agate Lake for a little pre-blast crappie fishing. I know, it’s not salmon or steelhead fishing, which are Hack’s two loves. But dragging a crawler around the muddy lake created plenty of action for good-sized crappie and a few largemouth bass measuring about 12 inches.
Released them all. Damn lake’s probably just as infested with mercury as Emigrant Lake so those crappie didn’t get beheaded and breaded like their counterparts elsewhere.
Oh, well. But any Fourth of July that doesn’t involve bloody fingers is a good one.
No mayhem on Fourth:/Fireworks, no citations./Kept my co-pay, too.
