Sharon Pillack, A Fisherman's Dream (Jak Se Mate Records, 1983)
So there I was, just walking down the edge of the creek from my favorite fishing hole. The largemouth weren't biting and my pole seemed limp in my hands. I rounded the bend, and there she was: a bleached-blonde beauty with bobbers and a tackle box a working man like me could only dream about.
She handled her rod like a pro, and caught my heart hook, line and sinker. Mind you, it was all a bit blurry; I'd already polished off
