A Good Fish

By Derek Sheffield Derek Sheffield
Jerk that bitch, urges my guide,   
and I give my shuddering pole
a jerk, hooking the throat
of the first steelhead of my life.
Reel 'em, he mutters and revs the motor.
I horse my pole and reel and horse.
The boat's mascot whines, her claws
clicking. Let it take some line.
My father, uncle, and cousin
are reeling. First fish! they shout,
and I shout, What a fighter!
A silver spine touches the air.   
There, he points, a hen. And guess what?
She's gonna join the club,
somehow spotting in that glimpse
the smooth place along her back   
where a fin had been snipped.   
He leans over the gunwale, dips a net,
and scoops her into the boat.   
She is thick with a wide band   
of fiery scales, slap-
slapping the aluminum bottom.
Welcome to the club, he says,
and clobbers her once, and again,
and once more before she goes still.
A bleeder, he says, shaking his head
and handing her to me. I curl
a finger through a gill the way
you're supposed to, determined
not to let her slip and flop
back to the river, a blunder
I'd never live down. A good fist.
Fish, I mean. A good fish.

Source: Poetry (October 2008).

 Derek  Sheffield

Biography

Derek Sheffield's book of poems is Through the Second Skin (Orchises Press in 2013). He is the poetry editor of Terrain.org.

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SUBJECT Living, Coming of Age, Activities, Sports & Outdoor Activities, Nature, Seas, Rivers, & Streams

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