On a balmy summers day
Two sons went out to play
With fly tackle and a leaking raft
They headed to sea to catch a ray.
In search of fish with feather craft
They dropped anchor in False Bay
Where they moved their hinds fore and aft
Taking turns to inflate abaft.
While sitting in the sun
Catching a burn, this wasn’t fun,
Len and Pete made a dash for the beach
Where they discovered fish on the run.
With Clouser Minnows each
They keenly jumped the gun,
Crossing lines to pleach,
And flies landed within reach.
The surprise was bittersweet
When a garrick ate the fly treat
And raced across the reef;
Pandemonium preceding the feat,
Left bait spectators in disbelief,
While the boat was pumped by Pete
The fish gave Len more grief,
But soon it came to touch, its skin like silver leaf.
Then the fly brought more joy
A Clouser proving a handy toy,
For white stumpnose and strepies alike,
The boys caught on Gamakatsu alloy,
Until Len had another strike,
From a fish determined to destroy,
A gorrie that grunted like a Harley bike
With an appetite that would put to shame a pike!