Twas the week of the Classic and I am out of the house,
With many, many baits but none that look like a mouse.
The rods were all strung and my hooks sticky sharp,
Just praying they will be in bass and not in carp.
My wife and children way back at home,
I do dearly miss them but do not feel alone.
Other family and friends will be coming to the Red,
To see if I can pull off what I am thinking in my head.
Missile toe is all gone but Missile Baits is here,
Like big bags of bass will sure make the crowds cheer.
So wish me luck as I set off this week on a mission,
For I am trying to write history but just for fishing.

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