explain your screen name. Some are “obviously obvious” but others are…
If posting this info compromises your “security” simply DO NOT REPLY. Others , help quench the curiosity.
Mark
Uh…it’s my name.
REE
Well, I changed my screen name, so…
I love the Zugbug nymph pattern, and
my name is Pete.
Pretty simple. 
-Pete
I used to run a gambling game called Panguingue. I got so wrapped up in playing pan (short for Panguingue) that the players called me the Panman. My screen name has nothing to do with pan fishing.
Tim
Bill and Wilma gave it to me over 55 years ago. Kinda stuck.
The obvious part is my name is Jesse, the 4th generation, my dad was named for his grandfather. I became an uncle in 1965 I think it was but after the Duke of Hazzard TV show in the 80’s one of the security supervisor at the corporate offices of Holiday Corporation started calling me Uncle Jesse and although I haven’t met the most recent member of the family, there is a young lady in Texas who qualifies me as a great great uncle. I don’t have any nieces that look or dress like Daisy Duke.
My son had a custom built surf rod made for me a few years ago. The builder asked him if he wanted to put my name on it and my son said that I was just an old **** and I didnt need a name on it. Well, the builder put Old **** on the rod and it has stuck ever since. On the Hatteras and Ocracoke message boards, we are known as “the old **** and the Kid”.
George
Wow, my husband and I used to play 2 handed pangini(or however you spell it) all summer long - guaranteed to make you crazy. We finally decided we either had to quit or quit everything else. What a crazy game.
My name just comes from having to beg, and sometimes not even that helps. When I signed up I was feeling particularly desperate.
You’re just saying so all of us Yankee riffraff won’t come down there chasing her. Not that catching Daisy Duke would have been such a great idea if she didn’t want to be caught.
Okay, I do have a couple of very attractive nieces from Baton Rouge, but their dad got a Desert Eagle .357 autoloader for Christmas to add to his collection, besides they in Spain and south Asia working as missionaries.
im a die hard traditional bowhunter, and i hunt mule deer a lot, and this is my handle on a bevy of outdoor internet sites. for the life of me i dont recall why i didnt go with huntnelk…
I love elk hunting.
Rocky
I picked up my moniker when I was a member of a muzzle loading club. We had to make up a name for ourselves to enter a shoot and I was dressed like a mountain man and carrying a Hawken rifle. I was camped under a home-made 3 corner shelter and cooking over an open fire, so I picked Lotech Joe. I’ve been called that ever since. It’s better than the name my shooting part got stuck with. When he was asked how he wanted to register he said, “Ah just make it Jake.” The guy writing the names down misunderstood him and wrote “Naked Jake.”
Nothing spectacular here. My sister and husband had a cat by the name of farleycat. What a great animal…lots of laughs. Used up all nine lives but we still talk of him to this day. Declawed and still managed to catch birds and moles and would always leave them on my sisters pillow for her perusal…
Bernie
Shhhhhh, don’t tell anyone, but I’m incognito as my paternal grandfather??? This is not public knowledge, but is also not unusual in the Island Nation of Ohio. I’m sure nobody is surprised at this tactic for hiding in plain sight.
Mine Shows My Vast Imagination:roll:
51…year I was born
BC…my initials
Well, it was April 10,1949 in NY. Harbor. My family emigrating into to US. My name, Marco. 6 days later we’re in Escanaba MI and all the locals are there to “see” the new family from Ukraine. I’m introduced to the “crowd” by my dad “and this is my son, Marco”. I did hear a snicker and someone said “Marco Polo”. I knew THEN, this name will make me strong. Much like “A boy named Sue”, I learned to box onacounta THAT name. It was a love/hate thing. Had my parents become US citizens before I reached 12 yo, I would have been automatically naturalized, but , as it happened, they waited a few more years and I had to apply for citizenship all by my lonesome ( The FIRST of my PROUDEST moments). One of the options at the swearing in, is the ability to change one’s name. SOOOOOOOOO, suddenly I became MARK. Still one hell of a boxer BUT no longer with a reason to fight. .
There was probably available a shorter version of this story but… AND, to add insult to injury, Marco is NOW a “fashionable” moniker.
Mark
So don’t we need to change it to: GG uncle jessy
glad you here!!!