Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is looking for a better place to be during a lightning storm than standing in an aluminum driftboat on water waving around 10 feet of graphite.
Just waiting to go Ben Franklin on you.
Those who tempt lightning/Stare nature in its mean eye./Blink, you end up smoked.
For you haiku Monday virgins, this is when and where Fish Hack busts a few nonrhymes in the form of Japanese poetry just to get a few yucks in about the outdoors and tweaking the noses of poetry groups that stumble into this-here blog thinking there might be some legitimacy here.
They are, as Bogie says in “Casablanca,” misinformed.
Haiku Monday…belch./Catch steelhead, pound a beer…belch./Want real poems here? BELCH.
But the coup de grace of the week is that Fish Hack was able to avoid the Jackson County Fair without having to give the Tax Deductions each $50.
Now, Hack was tempted to hit it when word of the new pig races feature came up. But when it turned out there was no paramutual betting, it kinda lost relevance.
OK. Some of you Haiku Monday faithful might remember that the county fair has had unofficial pig races for years. They happen every time the elephant ear stand opens for the day.
But if you’re racing real pigs on a track and you’re not letting us bet on them, you’re just leaning out the bacon.
And to quote Tax Deduction No. 1: “That’s just sick and wrong.”
Gotta bet on pigs./What’s a fair without gambling?/Oh, “Family fun.” Huh?
