The lake was quiet and still
While the air was crisp with only a slight chill

I headed to my favorite fishing hole
With all my tackle and New graphite pole

I tied on my proven crappie jig I call white and krystal bomb
Where I learned how to ty on Crappie Dot Com

My first cast barely hit the water with a splash
When my float disappeared in a flash

The New pole bent over from my catch
As I reeled through the early May-Fly hatch

Closer to the boat I got, harder the fish pulled back
I was thinking what a huge slab until I heard a loud crack

With much amazement I looked at my New Pole and it had snapped by far
Desperately I pulled the line in hand over hand only to find a old alligator gar