Well, it's that time of year again. I posted this last year, but with Chums starting to be discussed again, I just can't help myself, so here is my ode to Chum fishing, as inspired by quite a few hours at John's Creek, Hoodsport, Kennedy Creek, Potlatch, the Nisqually, etc.:

Look at them Chumsters, ain't they nuts?
Snaggin' them Chum Salmon in they butts!

Fifty-'leven Chumsters - only ten feet of bank?
Jus'insert the Chumster wedge, rotate and crank!

They wedge right between you, they don't be polite.
They squeeze in, sleeze in - fight, fight, fight!

They got fifty pound test line and big treble hooks.
They floggin' the water. Got psycho looks!

They don't look left. And they don't look right.
They jus' flingin' they lines wherever they might.

And somehow, ever' time they crosses you
it's "you're over me, bud!" but they ain't over you!

When they gets a Chum on, it's woe be to you.
It's "Fish on! Look out guy! Comin' through!"

They Chum runs left, right, 'round and through.
But they Chum is always in front of you.

So they foul up your line and those lines over there,
But Chumster ain't tangled, so he don't care.

Snaggin' them Chums by all they fins.
Snaggin' them Chums mostly in they ends.

Snaggin' them big Chums, snaggin' them tiny.
Snaggin' all them Chums, mostly in they hiny.

Wanna be a Chumster? Don't get in no rut.
Jus' get out there 'n snag some Chum by they butt!