Trollin'

 
Heavy poles with sinkin’ line tied to streamers.  Trollin’ began here in the north woods.  It’s sittin’ starin’ at the water ‘tween fish.  You gotta hold on to your pole.  Several sports lost poles cause they was daydreamin’.  Easy ‘nuff to set it aside to light a cigarette or poke through your kit bag.  But if’n a lunker latches on while the mind’s a’wanderin’ your pole’s gone and a day’s fishin’ is over. Trollin’ keeps the fly deeper longer than jackin’ it back and forth overhead.  That there’s beauty but you ain’t catchin’ fish with your fly in the air.