If you know me, the idea of me writing poetry alone would be enough to make you laugh. I'm no hopeless romantic with pen, paper, and a beret. Nonetheless I was required to write a poem for a creative writing class he at Auburn University, and naturally fishing rose to the top of the potential topics list. 14 lines later, a fishing poem was born. For your entertainment, I'm passing it on to y'all.
Enjoy.

The sight of the river creates a spark in the hearts of some men,

 Building a fire in their soul as they walk closer to the water.

I reach the edge of the clear mountain stream and begin to become more aware.

A splash echoes off of the rocky bluff downstream.

Something is here, and it is hungry.

I cautiously wade into the crystal rapids,

One misstep would alert them that trouble has entered their domain.

I whisper to myself my strategy as I ready my weapon.

With one graceful motion, the chess match begins.

I watch my fly begin its drift, wandering the current as it glides towards an eddy.

A sly grin grows on my face as I watch the checkmate grow nearer.

The surface explodes, shattering the silence like glass.

The line transforms from spaghetti to a rubber band at its breaking point.

The real battle has now begun.