Fishin’ in May

I was fishin’ with my dad on a warm May afternoon
In the south channel next to the wild Walpole Island
Next to a place that we call The Chief’s House
I dropped the anchor, but we swung too deep

Twelve feet deep was the water, we wanted no more than six
We were fishing for perch, which stay shallow among the weeds
Our lines dropped in, and after a little while
A vicious bite hit my line, and pulled my line a mile

My drag was set too loose, I thought I would lose the fish
The fight raged on, and the mystery fish came closer and closer
It got close enough to see, my dad yelled, “It’s an enormous walleye”
My dad netted it, and we measured it, 29 inches and 9 pounds, a monster