As this freezing southerly abates, The new club record snapper waits, In the deep right now but headed in, Looking to hide in my chilly bin.
The early starters are feeling the cold, Some call me cunning, others just old, But now is the time to make my play While others rest, a snapper I'll slay.
Not a softy summer mare, But a gnarly rugged winter bear, Im loading now with heavy line, soon that snapper will be mine.
Cant take a gaff man to the secret spot, Or my anonimity might be shot, I'll handle this one on my own, and get a stallion to take home.