Ode to Fishing

I cast a line to the ocean depths
And my thoughts wander far away
To a time and place unknown to me
Perhaps visions of a distant day

But when a fish strikes I snap right back
To the reality that I see
I yank the line and hook him up
And have dinner awaiting me

But the battle is long and he’s not done yet
For he’s a fighter that I’ve hooked
He’s four foot long and big and strong
This scaly fighter that I’ve cooked