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Thursday, December 22, 2022
 
By Eric Granstrom
 
For Fishingmagian.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. 'Twas the night before Christmas, When all through the land, Fishermen were angling, finding something for the pan. The rods were hung in their holders with care, In hopes that a great lunker soon would be there. Cold hands were shoved into pockets for heat, While visions of flopping fish danced at their feet. And captain at the wheel, and I in my stole, Had just settled in for a long winter's troll. When on the end of my line there arose such a clatter, I sprang into action to see what was the matter. Away from my thoughts, I flew like a flash, I grabbed my rod as the fish leaped and splashed. The sky opened up with some new-fallen snow, I leaned over the side to see what was below. When what do my wondering eyes did appear, But a triploid rainbow, not hooked well I feared. The fish veered one way, then this way and that, The excitement overtook me and I fell on my back. Dazed and confused, I swear I could hear, The jingling bells of eighty tiny reindeer. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. Here's to another year of fishing the good fight!