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The Fisherman's Wharf => Fishing Stories => Topic started by: reelcharacter on Mar 19, 2004, 12:11 AM
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No, you do not have to be a “Shakespeare”;
Seems like every outdoors'ey person I know has a favorite fish'in poem or saying. Some, will attribute good luck to their favorite phrase, for others it may represent superstition or habit.
I will start out with two variations of “The Fishermen’s Prayer”, which when uttered out of sheer boredom, has yet to call in a single fish for me. This, however, is a minor and insignificant detail and will in no way prevent me from continuing their use.
“Fishy, fishy, in the Brook
Come and bite upon my hook.”
“Fishy, fishy, in the Lake
Come and find my hook to take.”
Let’s hear your favorite fishing poem or saying.
Thanks in advance,
-Reelcharacter
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I am not a poet and actually don't like poetry but I found a poetry IQ test online and took it for a joke. Well, at the end of it they wanted you to write a poem to enter into a drawing. Well I wrote one about fishing and it doesn't make sense at all, but it was chosen for a book and the editors choice award... only 33 got the award, and I think that were was only 33 entries, but here it is... it is stupid
Fishing
I love to go
To the sea of ice
Where the water flow
Is of great delight
When I catch Smelt
Before the water melts,
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that's a great poem Reuben and i'll tell you why, it evokes emotion. If you are wondering what emotion this fair prose would evoke?, LAUGHTER. :)
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While we may not ever earn a Shakespear Poetry award, just remember, a Shakespear Rod and Reel may still be within reach . . . :)
Keep 'em coming!
-Reelcharacter
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OK Guys,
I reluctantly decided to lower the bar with something I just wrote for this site, so here goes; (Please be kind . . .) :)
"At dunking worms, I’m not too good,
most-times my gear won’t work.
It’s then I sit and mope around,
And feel just like a jerk.
But when my gear all works ok,
it makes me feel great!
And though, I do not catch one thing,
I have fun any rate.
So this is why I do persist,
I hope to some day dine,
on fish my gear has brought to me,
on my own fishing line."
(All rights reserved). :)
-Reelcharacter
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clap, clap, clap. I like them all. Thanks guys! :)
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I ask a simple question. The truth I only wish. Are all fishermen liars. Or do only liars fish. This was on an old wall plaque that hung in my Grampas camp ;)
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I ask a simple question. The truth I only wish. Are all fishermen liars. Or do only liars fish. This was on an old wall plaque that hung in my Grampas camp ;)
hosscletuslulu,
Good question, for which we will likely never know the answer . . .
. . . and then there is the chicken and egg . . .
Shucks, I may never get to sleep tonight :)
-Reelcharacter
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I knew some of you guys would like that one just hearing it takes me back to summer days at camp bugging gramps to takeus out in the boat
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OK here's one that has more to do w/ the passing on of great fishing friends, family, legends, etc. I didn't write it, I saw it elsewhere, but felt it was touching and wanted to share.
The Compassionate Fisherman
He cast His line into the sea,
To catch a worthless fish like me,
Seeing His beautiful lure of Light,
I swam to it with mustered might,
Swallowed that heavenly lure so fast,
And sighed deep inside - Home at last!
But Home at last did not begin,
Although hooked fast, not reeled in,
Thrashing and splashing and knowing not why,
Perhaps the thought - This fish must die,
Convinced within of His love so true,
Yet ever aflounder in sea so blue!
Hooked tight on line with increased fear,
Will the day never come when He draws me near,
My heart cried out to Him at night,
Why dear Lord is such my plight,
Caught in the midst of heaven and sea,
Lost to the earth - No home with Thee!
His answer as a wave washed over me,
To do you no harm, I let you be,
If I reeled you in your thrash and roll,
Much harm I would do to heart and soul,
If I let the line slack and you swam out to sea,
How lost you'd become without thought of me!
Because my compassion for you is great,
I hold the line taut, and patiently wait,
Till your love overwhelms all thoughts of the sea,
And your eyes brim with tears, thought always on Me,
When your heart is at peace,
and you struggle no more,
Then, my son, I'll draw you ashore!
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There once was a man from Nantucket... Oops wrong website :o ;D
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Here fishy fishy bite my hook
My bellys empty need something to cook
The sun is sinking getting late
Guess I'll have to fry up my bait
Looks like I'll be thinner
Eating fried shiners for dinner
;D
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This one describes my feelings towards my loving wife.
Dear Elizabeth,
Your face shines like a Yo-Zuri Crystal Minnow in the sunlight.
Being near you thrills my heart just like the sound of an outrigger band snapping.
Just holding your hand makes me quiver as if I had an eight-point buck in the crosshairs of my
Leupold scope.
You have the rare beauty of a large Walleye flopping in my live well.
Hearing your voice makes my heart skip a beat as if a Large Mouth Bass was crashing my top
water plug.
Meeting you was as overwhelming as finding a secret Perch flat in shallow water.
Going places with you has the same lasting satisfaction as the 16 buckeye’s in my
minnow bucket when I only bought a dozen.
My desire for your smile is as deep seated as my need for a good deer stand.
You have the same grace of movement as a big flop eared doe. Our love will
endure forever!...Or until I take up golf.
From your loving husband, who is always by your side. Unless, of course there is
safe ice.
Otis
(Feel free to use this for your wife’s next birthday or anniversary card.)
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That was beautiful man! It took my breath away and brought a tear to my eye like impaling my hand on a pair of freshly sharpened treble hooks :'(. You sir are a master of words ;D
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My favorite quote is at the end of my post. Robert Traver was a great outdoors writer, and a heck of a fly fisherman. He lived about 15 miles away from where I do right now...you may be more familiar with his book/screenplay "anatomy of a murder". Here is the full and unabridged version..
I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found,
which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people
are found, which are invariably ugly;because of all the television commercials
cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a
world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my
fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion;
because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by
power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I
suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don't
want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters;
because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon
out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will
catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly
important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are
equally unimportant - and not nearly so much fun" - Robert Traver
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Here is one I read somewhere, author unknown.
I am a fisherman, for life.
I will always be a fisherman.
It's not something I do,
it is who I am.
Fishing is not an escape.
It is where I belong,
where I am supposed to be.
It is not a place,
but a lifelong journey.
It is a passage my father showed me,
and that I will show others.
When you understand all of this,
You will know me,
and we will fish together.
I do not know who wrote this, so I'll simply say thank you! paul ;D