It was a sunny afternoon
Out on the bay like I always was
After the long drive through pine trees
I never cover ground, burn rubber, like I do when I'm driving north
Through the aisle of pines
Looking at my mirrors to make sure the boat is still there
I put long hours into that boat
Changing it from something it wasn't into something it wanted to be
A safe platform, stable, heavy enough to take the big waves out on 90 miles of open water
Those four foot waves reminding of how awesome God really is
That old red lund now dull khaki with marsh brush painted on,
Big as life, to brave big weather, bad weather
Duck weather
Easing the throttle to take the next wave
But it was sunny now, and beautiful - warm, even.
And a flock of scoters, too far from home
Came hurtling towards the decoys
They only circled once, white wings flashing in the sun
And it was only to slow down for the landing
three of them splashed on the water for the last time
Each after the reporting echo of a 3" shell.
I knew they were sea ducks, even though I'd seen nothing like them
And I knew who had sent them to me.
So I picked them up, in the big lund.
Three trophies was enough to pick up the blocks
So I motored back in and kissed my wife
And thanked the one that sent me the scoters.
I saw one other guy had written something and posted it here a while ago, so figured this wouldn't be too weird. LOL
