After a year or so being a registered member on this board I thought I would put a small lymric or saying that would pop-up after each one of my posts like other members have. Would someone be kind enough to let me know how this is accomplished. Thanks in advance.

I think you have to go to your profile and then "view/update profile" and modify or add it to your "signature".

Here's a Moniker limmerick you can have free of charge:

There once was a guy named Sid Fishious
His wife always made him do dishes
One day he said screw it, took a frying pan and threw it
Now, instead of sex, he just wishes.

Needs a lot of work Aunty

I like it Aunty! I thought you'd forgotten all about me.

Of course it lacks the limmerick structure, but it does posess a quaint lyrical quality. :p

I noticed that you haven't been your combative self lately either.

Perhaps it's time for some more Washington Trout, or Chehalis river flotilla threads...

Just kidding on that one Jerry, you work too hard as it is!

Thank you all for the help. I don't know if my saying is actually a lymric but I didn't know what else to call it. 4Salt I thought yours rocked but , hit way to close to home. As my father use to say "Anyone getting any less than me, is two guys getting none at all"

L J

4Salt went up to the Vedder
'Cuz he heard the fishin' was better
It's sad, fellow readers
That he lost all his leaders
And looked like a sad Irish Setter
Sparkey only caught three
Would've been four if Bob wasn't such a slacker


If you toss an insult like a bomb
And refuse to just get along,
Then Jerry Garcia
Will have to say "see ya"
Now go post on NW Fishing.com


Hmmm...maybe I've got a future in it...

Fish on...

Todd

Downriggin and dave been tellin blackmouth secrets for eons
Got email from dudes that are peons
Now they're on a beach in Hawaii
Catchin marlin and mahi mahi
But soon'll be busting North Koreans


I fish with this dude named Rick
He's from Snohomish and is kind of a hick
He goes by the moniker Crazy
I catch all the fish but his memory is hazy
And after reading this he'll call me a dick


Hey this is fun

This is a great thread and I am going to give it a whirl when the time is right.

You da man Todd! Who knew that you were actually a closet Lit major.

There once was a lawyer named Todd
Who fished with a GLoomis rod
While his classmates they clerked, he cast his eggs out then jerked
But alas, he only hooked a root wad .



p.s. Pickled Herring

Very nice, 4Salt! You, too, Pickled!

More?

Bait, or lures, or flies?
Doesn't matter to most kinds of guys.
But some get uptight
Wanna get in a fight
And they all give themselves black eyes.


If you're a litter tossin' combat fishin' geek
Your future in this sport is bleak
Stay off of my zipper
Cigarette butt flipper
And set up your camp at Blue Creek


If you land a twenty pound nate,
Release him before it's too late
Use a good net
And keep your hands wet
Allow him to go replicate


Fish on...

Todd.

There once was an angler named Frank
who drug his anchor when he plugged near the bank
then his anchor got caught
and a knife he had not
he plugs no more 'cuz his drift boat was sank.

Todd, those were GOOD

You da man Todd!

1000 bucks says Todd is Irish....

Not Irish, but...

I do have a blak lab named Guinness Stout!

Eric liked to fish on the Hoh
His moniker? StlhdH2O!
He catches bid dollies
While dancing like the Follies
And listening to hard rock'n'roll!


I guess I'm running out of material...

Fish on...

Todd.

He was called by the name nookie dreamin',
And to fish, he was always a schemin'
But in his zeal,
He birdnested his reel,
And now all you hear is his screamin'!!!

There once was a guide named Bob
Full time guiding people fishing, his job
His fishing time is often spent
With a guy named Kent
Who sells tackle and rods for a job

He found a girl in Alaska named Corey
Who listened to all his BS fish stories
She set the hook in his jaw , it did sting
He got off his A*s and bought her the ring
When will kids be the next part of the story

He headed North last Summer with fever
To fish with the boys from Team Keebler
Many fish he tried to deliver
While chunks of his body fell in to the river
Then the crackers turned him in to a fish crackin believer

So here's how the story will end
Many fishermen will call him their friend
Amidst all of the Malarkey
He's still friends with Sparkey
Whose pole has a permanent bend

There was a young fellow named Fisher,
Who was fishing for fish in a fissure,
When a salmon with a grin
Pulled the fisherman in….
Now they're fishing the fissure for Fisher.


I couldnt resist posting this too:

Four married guys go fishing. After an hour, the following conversation took place: First guy: "You have no idea what I had to do to be able to come out fishing this weekend. I had to promise my wife that I will paint every room in the house next weekend." Second guy: "That is nothing, I had to promise my wife that I will build her a new deck for the pool." Third guy: "Man, you both have it easy! I had to promise my wife that I will remodel the kitchen for her." They continue to fish when they realized that the fourth guy has not said a word. So they asked him. You haven't said anything about what you had to do to be able to come fishing this weekend. What's the deal?" Fourth guy: "I just set my alarm for 5:30 am. When it went off, I shut off my alarm, gave the wife a nudge and said, "Fishing or Sex" and she said, "Wear a sweater dear."

One more for the road:

These bulletin boards are for postin'
Tech tips, secret spots and some roastin'
When folks b!tch and complain, it's really a pain
Cause it wastes my work time I spend coastin'

There once was a writer, RT
He posted and posted and posted
He put out the fire with P
For which he will ever be roasted

Gutz I am LMAO that was a good one
:p

I once went a squiddin' with Todd,
He wanted to try out my rod,
Just as soon as he did,
He hooked a nice squid,
And then gave my Allstar the nod.

(True Story)

Nice one, Justin!!

Here're a couple for you...

There once was a guide named Justin,
And all of his gear was bustin'
Rods broke in two
Pink worms turned to goo
His hooks and his swivels were rustin'


J/K, ...still waiting for my sample pack!

Justin had the itch real bad
To catch a big nate he called "Big Dad"
He asked RT to go
But he had to say "no"
'Cuz the air had leaked out of his butt pad


Bob hooks some pigs in B.C.
Though the weather can turn quite ugly
They haul 'em right in
All with adipose fins
I sure wish that they would invite me

I guess there're still a few in me...

Fish on...

Todd.

P.S. Kid, I may have next Tuesday available to fish...whattayasay?

Todd and Gutz!

Ok, Ok, Ok...

This thread has run its course
The humor is getting too forced
Let's put it to bed,
Or leave it for dead
Besides, the laughter is making me hoarse!!

Fish on...

Todd.

Yes...

This thread is getting old
I'm willing to fold
so lets let it be
no more jokes from me
But Man.................
Todds limerics are gold....

Fished with a drone from Nantucket,
Brought a case of beer & he drunk it,
He wanted to pee in the sound,
Slipped, fell in, & drown,
I guess he shoulda used the bucket.

Foul Play on Knophish

Drone is a plaguerized term form this board. It is vintage Hawk material circa 1998.


"Drone" is a registered trademark of the Billy Bob Toe Jam Cannery and Refinery in Paducah Kentucky. Uses of the word "Drone" other than those authorized by it's founder are strictly prohibited and will be punished with Savat like kicks to your fleshy mid-section.

Sorry Hawk, Guilty as charged. I was trying to use the Nantucket limerick & keep it clean.

A "guy" was fishing from Kentucky,
And snagging ain't very lucky,
The cops came & took his fish,
Take him away was my wish,
Cuz that left more beer for me.

Keep the kicks above the belt in the flabby mid-section.