Uploaded February 2026 | Updated September 2026, 19 hours ago
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Song Lyrics:
Yah, it was early October, up north by Hayward, Wisconsin.
Me, Reggie, Rande, and his boy Reed — we was headin’ out to catch ourselves da turdy pound pike.
We had three coolers, two boats, and one brain between us.
You know it’s gonna be a good day when you start with duct tape and a prayer.
We launched the old Aluma craft, she was ridin’ low and lean,
Cooler full a’ Lienie's, and a bucket full a’ dreams.
Rande’s tossin’ them Bulldawgs, Reed’s flingin’ big ol’ spoons,
I said, “Careful wit’ dat hook!” — next thing, he’s howlin’ at the moon!
(Yeah, got him right in the back, just above the shoulder blade.
We had to use the pliers and a little bit of Busch Light anesthesia…)
🎵 We’re fishin’ for da turdy pound pike!
Tossin’ lures as big as a motorbike!
Boat’s takin’ on water, but we don’t care,
We’re laughin’ too hard, and the beer’s right there!
We’re raisin’ cane in the northwoods night,
Tryin’ to catch dat turdy pound pike! 🎵
Now Reggie swears by spinnerbaits, I say jerkbaits rule the lake,
Then Reed grabs a hot dog and says, “Dis here’s all it takes!”
We all roll our eyes — ‘til somethin’ hits the line,
Rod bends double, drag’s a-screamin’, “Boys! Dis one’s mine!”
(It was the size of a log.
We named it “Larry” and tied it to the dock.)
🎵 We’re fishin’ for da turdy pound pike!
Somebody fell in — yah, that’s Mike!
He’s holdin’ his beer up high and proud,
“Don’t spill da Lienie's!” he yelled out loud!
We’re raisin’ cane in the northwoods night,
Tryin’ to catch dat turdy pound pike! 🎵
Then I seen it — on da shoreline, just past da reeds…
There he was… Da Turdy Point Buck!
He looked right at me, snorted, and winked.
Then he flipped his tail, and — swear to God —
He laughed at us! Probably huntin’ us next season.
Boat’s half sunk, we’re soaked and cold,
But man, those stories never get old.
Reed’s hooked the anchor line, Rande’s reelin’ in a boot,
Mike’s playin’ net man — in his birthday suit!
🎵 We’re fishin’ for da turdy pound pike!
Up north where da loons cry every night!
We might be dumb, but we’re havin’ fun,
Tippin’ cans and castin’ runs!
We’ll be legends if we ever strike…
Dat big ol’ turdy pound pike! 🎵
Next morning, the ranger pulls up and says,
“Boys, what happened here?”
We said, “Sir, we fought da turdy pound pike…”
He said, “Looks like da pike won.”
If you are enjoying these videos, or would like to suggest a lake for me to review, please let me know in the comments, or email me at: rande@gomidwestfishing.com
Thank you so much for watching. This description may contain affiliate links. If you choose to click the links above, you will be helping to support Go Midwest Fishing, and it costs you nothing extra to do so. It is very much appreciated.
Music Playlist: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjCiE9Hl-XJFiZob5WBiKYj-tj6G-iupe&si=p5jRWOFR4O3wQDSw
Song Lyrics:
Yah, it was early October, up north by Hayward, Wisconsin.
Me, Reggie, Rande, and his boy Reed — we was headin’ out to catch ourselves da turdy pound pike.
We had three coolers, two boats, and one brain between us.
You know it’s gonna be a good day when you start with duct tape and a prayer.
We launched the old Aluma craft, she was ridin’ low and lean,
Cooler full a’ Lienie's, and a bucket full a’ dreams.
Rande’s tossin’ them Bulldawgs, Reed’s flingin’ big ol’ spoons,
I said, “Careful wit’ dat hook!” — next thing, he’s howlin’ at the moon!
(Yeah, got him right in the back, just above the shoulder blade.
We had to use the pliers and a little bit of Busch Light anesthesia…)
🎵 We’re fishin’ for da turdy pound pike!
Tossin’ lures as big as a motorbike!
Boat’s takin’ on water, but we don’t care,
We’re laughin’ too hard, and the beer’s right there!
We’re raisin’ cane in the northwoods night,
Tryin’ to catch dat turdy pound pike! 🎵
Now Reggie swears by spinnerbaits, I say jerkbaits rule the lake,
Then Reed grabs a hot dog and says, “Dis here’s all it takes!”
We all roll our eyes — ‘til somethin’ hits the line,
Rod bends double, drag’s a-screamin’, “Boys! Dis one’s mine!”
(It was the size of a log.
We named it “Larry” and tied it to the dock.)
🎵 We’re fishin’ for da turdy pound pike!
Somebody fell in — yah, that’s Mike!
He’s holdin’ his beer up high and proud,
“Don’t spill da Lienie's!” he yelled out loud!
We’re raisin’ cane in the northwoods night,
Tryin’ to catch dat turdy pound pike! 🎵
Then I seen it — on da shoreline, just past da reeds…
There he was… Da Turdy Point Buck!
He looked right at me, snorted, and winked.
Then he flipped his tail, and — swear to God —
He laughed at us! Probably huntin’ us next season.
Boat’s half sunk, we’re soaked and cold,
But man, those stories never get old.
Reed’s hooked the anchor line, Rande’s reelin’ in a boot,
Mike’s playin’ net man — in his birthday suit!
🎵 We’re fishin’ for da turdy pound pike!
Up north where da loons cry every night!
We might be dumb, but we’re havin’ fun,
Tippin’ cans and castin’ runs!
We’ll be legends if we ever strike…
Dat big ol’ turdy pound pike! 🎵
Next morning, the ranger pulls up and says,
“Boys, what happened here?”
We said, “Sir, we fought da turdy pound pike…”
He said, “Looks like da pike won.”
If you are enjoying these videos, or would like to suggest a lake for me to review, please let me know in the comments, or email me at: rande@gomidwestfishing.com
Thank you so much for watching. This description may contain affiliate links. If you choose to click the links above, you will be helping to support Go Midwest Fishing, and it costs you nothing extra to do so. It is very much appreciated.
