Self explanatory, friends call me Big J.
Mines easy. I like the music of frank zappa. I know I know you think I'm wierd but hey you could be right! LOL
Bill
Self explanatory, friends call me Big J.
For years the only fishing I was able to do was what I did on my own. I didn't know nuttin' and only learned whatever I did by mistake.
My friends husband loved fishin. My friend and my husband felt comfortable enough with us that we were able to start fishing together.
At first, I know he thought he was goin to "take me fishin" just to be nice. I would be just another woman that he would have to bait my hook and take my fish off etc. I wanted to be an asset to his fishing trips. I wanted to be the ONE person he would want to go with consistently, someone that would be a help to him and it be good for both of us.
The only thing I knew how to do was the boat stuff. I could help launch, drive, back a trailer, make sure the plug was in.. stuff like that.
But, the fishin part was something I didn't know much about, so while in the boat I would stake out the anchor job. It helped him because he was older and lets face it; It's harder to run up and down the boat setting the anchors by yourself.
So I would drop anchor and he'd run it out, then throw his out the back. I'd drag the boat til we were tight. If I say so myself, I could get us TIGHT. Then, when it was time to go, he'd pull his up and I'd pull in the front one. It made me feel good to be some help to him.
He taught me a BUNCH about fishing, and his fishing (mostly) was for crappie. We have since moved away from each other, but I got my name from him.
I hope he's fishing tonight and enjoying himself. I am thankful to have had that opportunity.
"Be Ye Fishers of Men" You catch them- He will clean them
License plates on my Tundra. My wife got them for me.
Fair Winds and Following Seas
Bill H. PTC USN Ret
Chesapeake, Va
My uncle calls small fish "fiddlefarters" or "Homer fish". Back when we could keep fish less than 10" he would sometimes carry a few small ones to my uncle Homer. I choose fiddlefarter out of the two choices.
Ya ain't holdin' your mouth right.
Everyone knows what mine means don't they? Just in case...
Sac-a-Lait is french for Sack of Milk. Our neighbors in louisiana call all Crappie Sac-a-lait casue they are so tender and if you have a sack full of them, you got a sack of milk...
As for my creation of the Sac-a-Lait with the Oakland Logo, I like to RAID the crappies and pillage (spelling) them!!!
Mines easy.I own over 50 Rod & Reels from every kind of fishing you can think of. When I go fishing, my fishing partners say, I never seen so many "RODS & REELS".The secret is guys that if you have that many R & R's, your wife don't know when you buy a new one.The worst thing that happened was BPS opened a new store in our town and I can't go in there without buying a new Crappie Rod & Reel. When I die, if you see an excessive amount of RODS & REELS being sold on ebay, then you know my wife is having a ball. Payback is he.. LOL R & R
"Just one more drop of my Jig"
hey rod a buddy of mine that has 100's as well ( i only have 27 ) says that his biggest fear is that "if i die i am afraid my wife will sell my fishing poles for what i SAID i paid for them" lol
VIRGINIA GAMEFISH TAGGING PROGRAM MEMBER
Own Smitty's produce and Falcon fan since the late 60s.
"If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there'd be a shortage of fishing poles." ~Doug Larson
When I was a teenager my Dad would kid me about birddoging all the girls into a date for the weekend. On Tuesday or Wedneday of every week he would ask, usually during dinner, "who's daughter are you birddoging this weekend?" After saying that a few times around the campfire in front of friends the name stuck.
Birddog,
I pray that I may live to fish until my dying day. And when it comes to my last cast I then most humbly pray. When in the Lord's great landing net and peacefully asleep. That in His mercy I be judged, BIG ENOUGH TO KEEP.