i'm gonna go fishing

I'm gonna go fishing, that's what I'll do,

think about nothing, not even you.

Catch a real big one, a big speckled trout,

snapping in the water, I'll pull him on out. 

A recent conversation with a dear, old friend brought this song to mind. 

We stay in touch, usually by email but occasionally by delivered mail; tangible surprises sent to each other.  Envelopes I receive might be addressed to me, with 'writer' scrawled following a comma after my name.  I just love that. 

I love this guy too.  His name is Pat.  He lives on a lake not so far from where we grew up together during those crucial, formative years.  He's someone, as the saying goes, I know I could call on anytime, no matter what. 

In our recent exchange, my friend was casually contemplating what to do this weekend; golf or fish.  He loves golf but the bass in the lake, he said, "are starting to come off the bottom and move around looking for food and a nest site". 

Here in the water, look at him shine.

There goes a big one, that one is mine.

Cast off the reel now, I've got the feel now,

snap goes my fly rod, I've got me a trout! 

This song, I'm Gonna Go Fishin' is of course, not really about fishing. 

We've all had our heart broken.  Pat broke mine once and I broke his a few years later.  We grew up, so many years passing so quickly, and here we are, still sweet friends for over four decades now.  That's as brag worthy as the big bass Pat may have caught this weekend.

I'm Gonna Gonna Go Fishin'

Woke up this morning wanting to cry

then I remember, yes I knew why.

He's a real good one for having his cake,

I'm gonna go fishing or jump in the lake.

I'm going fishing, that's what I'll do,

think about nothing, not even you.

Catch a real big one, a big speckled trout,

snapping in the water, I'll pull him on out.

Sweet talking liar, spin me a yarn,

tell me a story, big as a barn.

Gonna stop listening, I won't hear you out,

I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout.

If a man is a liar, a man is a fool,

playing for keepers and breaking the rules.

He'll be the loser, yes he'll find out,

I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout.

Here in the water, look at him shine.

There goes a big one, that one is mine.

Cast off the reel now, I've got the feel now,

snap goes my fly rod, I've got me a trout!

Sweet talking liar, you're in for a fall.

You tell me a story, you talk to the wall.

Gonna go my way, on down the highway

I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout.

 I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout.

 I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout.

I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout.

Jeanie Bryson, Lyrics on Some Cats Know

I'm Gonna Go Fishin' written by Duke Ellington and Peggy Lee