The air was cool - the tide was right,

Morning had taken the edge from night.

Everything perfect - an angler's delight. . .

That early October morn.

A tug of the hook - a pull of the line

A splash on his face, of salty brine.

. . .Fisherman's dream, a fish on the line. . .

Ready to play and be worn.

But then 'twas a shock!  Right out of the deep

A sea monster grabbed the harvest he'd reaped!

. . .Took off  with the line, not uttering a peep. . .

Across the ocean space!

A pull to the west - full turn to the east!

Both angler and monster visioning "feast!"

Each thinking the other "some sort of beast."

And on they went at fast pace.

Now at last the sea monster opened wide,

The angler, quick, pulled the fish from inside. . .

Well that was the end of this frightful ride,

The angler smiled with much glee.

That great big sea monster (six hundred pounds)

Had been lounging the bay, and swimming the sound,

'Twas a seal!  Fat with fish, other anglers had found

Was challenged, and beat sportingly.

The angler still see's that seal in the bay

lazily floating as though he might say. . .

"we'll meet again. . .another day. . .

Perhaps, in rain of gale force."

The angler is game, and ready to try,

Why. . . he's got more fish to catch, and to fry.

The legend will grow as years go on by. . .of

of Jerry Wyatt, the Angler, of course!

By - Priscilla E. Wyatt