The winters last so long up north.
The sports fishermen set up their camps thirty miles out on the frozen Lake of the Woods.
They fish for the elusive walleye and talk to their faithful dogs.
They wait.
They watch TV and cook pizza in their microwaves.
They hibernate for weeks on end.
Then their hearts begin to stir.
They emerge from their camper caves.
If they see their shadows, will spring arrive in six weeks?
Mother Goose Smiles 
Apr 08, 2013 @ 06:50:25
Good one MG!
Apr 08, 2013 @ 09:45:13
Thank you, sissy dear. I wrote it with my eyes half closed last night. Spring is such a long time in coming — I might still be hibernating too.
Apr 08, 2013 @ 09:37:43
If they see their shadow, then its only six months to Vikings Season….
Apr 08, 2013 @ 09:47:02
YES! That’s it exactly, Charlie!
Apr 09, 2013 @ 23:08:10
Such a clever tie to our Punxatawney friend! I liked this very much! 🙂