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i came across this and i thought that it would be great to post this on Christmas eve, soo here you all go

By Doug Newhoff and the Fishing the WildSide On Ice Pro Staff


'Twas the night before Christmas and all around the boat,

I searched high and low for a Thill Mini-Float.

Rusty lures were all hung in the carpet with care,

In hopes that new Max Gap jigs soon would be there.



Rods stood snarled in a corner like a thicket of trees,

In desperate need of some Gemini Rod Sleevz.

My holey old gloves and an On-Ice Tour cap,

Neglected and stashed for a long winter's nap.



Visions of Rangers and Lunds danced around in my head,

Powered by Evinrude and colored in red.

As I turned on my flasher, it made such a clatter,

Why it’s older than I am, that’s what was the matter.



An underwater camera would surely be nice,

For my upcoming ventures out onto the ice.

And what I wouldn’t give for a new Mitchell reel,

Or some Buck Tracker boots, now that’d be the deal.



When what to my wandering eyes should appear,

But a bag with my name on it hidden in the rear.

It was rounded and lumpy and filled to the top,

And I knew that I shouldn’t, but I just couldn’t stop.



So I peeked in the bag and was delighted to find,

The things that I’d dreamt of in all shapes and kind.

There were Frostees and Techni-Glo tails and Ice Loks,

New spoons, lots of jigs and a pair of wool socks.



On Carhartt, on Lindy, on Coleman and Lund,

On Northland, on Gemini, on Bombardier fun.

On Beckman, on Irish Setter and Strikemaster,

On Ranger and Berkley; my heartbeat got faster.



On Mitchell, on Fenwick, on Abu Garcia,

On Icelar and Drift Control; oh, Mama Mia!

And I could be heard to exclaim as I slipped out of sight,

A Merry Christmas it shall be, but I won’t sleep tonight!



There’s something about December, and it’s not frost, snow, ice and thermal underwear.

It’s a language thing. For 11 months of the year, those closest to us have no problem saying exactly what they mean.

Wife to husband: “If you’re packing for an ice-fishing trip again, you might as well take your summer clothes, too.”

Husband to wife: “You’ll love camping in the wilderness, honey. Just make sure to bring bug spray, toilet paper, old shoes and a hat.”

Suddenly, it’s Christmas season, and it’s hard to get a straight answer. Here are a couple of translations that will help decipher the gibberish coming from the mouths of those on your shopping lists:

Response: “Aw, shucks. I don’t really need anything. I have you, dear.”

Translation: “I need everything. Except another largemouth bass tie.”

Response: “Spend it on the kids. Seeing them happy makes me happy.”

Translation: “One more Nintendo game and I’m moving to the garage.”

Response: “Roger has a new auger and an extra flasher. I can just use his.”

Translation: “I wonder if he’s gotten over that rod and reel I dropped in the ice fishing hole?”

Response: “My bibs and my boots will get me through another year.”

Translation: “Remember that last trip to the dentist? Why do you think my fillings were loose

hope you all enjoyed!
merry Christmas eve and merry Christmas