"The Steelhead"

The Buzz of the line
The hum of the reel
Damn this fish is made of steel

My fore arms burn
As I hold tight
To this silver fish
What a fight

This way and that
Up in the air
Around a rock
that was a scare

The sweat beads up
Running down my brow
As I gently land this Native sow

Her Crimson Cheeks
and silver sides
Glisten in the morning light

I cradle her belly
As she swims free
A piece of heaven given to me.

By Josh Runestrand
AKA Flyguy
-Fun FIshing and Merry Christmas