Rod and Gun Club

For me it was
about fly fishing,
not twelve gauges,
how to skin bucks,
or durable camo.

Every Thursday
a member would talk
but not about wind knots
or the best hip waders
far as I could tell.

There was coming legislation,
calibers and fps,
selecting a trophy mount.
It seemed prudent
for me to keep quiet.

I wasn't set up.
No one had tricked me.
When the next month
I did not turn up,
no one asked why.

A trout bleeds a lot,
even when thrown back,

and writhes in pain
probably expecting
some helpless fly.