Of fish and fortune.

[Luke McLeod]

for the chatroom crowd

Of Fish and Fortune
I stand here Friday Thanksgiving past
In frigid water up to my a**
Flailing line I try to cast
Like fanning fire with blades of grass.
When to my eyes a sight does come
Of slurping trout upon the run
I draw my line backcast to rear
Then forcefully I hook my ear
With barb smashed down and blood on collar
I pull the hook and give a holler
When finally I cast again
Mine line is knotted by the wind
All day the battle rages on
Until the fish are finally gone
Back to their homes and I to mine
On potted pork tonight I dine
With broken leaders and flies in trees
I shed the trappings of my disease
Sit down to chat with men who tie
Of fish and fortune for to lie

[Kaboom1]

Thanks Luke...I resemble those remarks!!

Brad

[Ron Eagle Elk]

Luke, very nice, thank you.

Brad, I think we all resemble those remarks a bit.

REE

[Lotech]

Luke, we haven't met yet, so welcome to FAOL. Thanks for the limerick, it reminds me of me. Aren't you in some of the best Bluegill and Crappie fishing around? Check out RickZ's postings on our front pages. He's a wealth of info.

[Jack Hise]

Very good Luke. And I like most have failed to welcome you to FAOL, you'll enjoy here.