Mine is just my first and last name together without vowels.
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Mine is just my first and last name together without vowels.
Litewirehooker.........always fish with Litewirehooks........it's that simple.
RMGeorge = Rocky Mount George. George is my name and I live in Rocky Mount in northwest Louisiana.
Mine came from back in the day when I was around 19 or 20 years old--when the only few things on my mind was hunting, fishing, chasing women and drinking and partying. Well, opening day of deer season I had been up all night chasing women and drinking and just made it in before my buddies were to arrive to pick me up to go deer hunting about an hours drive from where I live. All I had time to do was take a shower, change into my hunting cloths and pour me a big ole' Jethro Bodine bowl of Special K cereal to help soak up some of the alcohol from all night before. Well, being it was opening day... of course my friends showed up early... which never happens again after opening day... and there I was sitting there behind that bowl of Special K shoveling it down as fast as I could. They were ready to roll and said come on...
....so I grabbed my gun and my gear and jumped in the back seat of my buddy's K-Blazer with that big bowl of Special K... and that's all it took. They called me Special K all that morning and again when I was the only one that killed a deer at the end of that day. They claimed it must have been my eating that Special K that made the difference. Later that was my CB handle when running dogs in the hunting club for years and... of course... the (only) logical choice when I chose my screen name much later.
Now young people... I want to say it's never the right thing to do to ever mix drinking and hunting (I know now I was young and dumb then) and thankfully I grew out of it when I saw how little sense it made... so I finally got some sense later in life and gave up the hunting "cold turkey". I'm just kiddin' about that... really.
Well, mine started as the king of zing and ruler of the slam dunk and somehow turned into Mr. Mello!
Compliments of Doc Waldo.
man, that was a thousand years ago. hey mr. mello, lets hook up and go fishing sometime. it's about to get right on cypress.
Well nothing fancy it was a Crappie Site not a Sacaulait Site so Crappiecatcher06 it was the (06) is the Deer limit in Louisiana I'm Deerslayer06 on another Site nothing special but most call me CC06 for short.
I own some property on a lake in Snow Camp, NC...
Mine started from a very dear friend. He wanted me to help him do some wood working projects to sell at flea markets and anywhere else he could set up to make a sell or take a special order. He came up with HoT Wood Works, as his last name was Herrington and mine is Thompson. I built most of the projects on my days off, and he did the selling. Well my dear friend lost his fight with cancer the year before the Saints won the Superbowl. He was a WhoDat fan for sure, even through the bag over head years. I cried the night they finally won the big game, because he did not get to see it. Thinking back, maybe he was on the sideline and told Sean Peyton to do an onside kick after halftime. LOL. Well I added the la for Louisiana of course, hench the name lahotwood.
RIP - Ricky Herrington, miss you buddy.
Stanley Thompson
Febuary 12, 2000 I was ordained a Permanent Deacon for the Roman Catholic Diocese of Lafayette. I tried all kinds of other names but they were all taken. Tried deacon and it worked.
I am and always have been a die hard hunter, especially ducks. When I was in college I once tracked a wounded woodduck about 100 yards and finally got him. My buddy I was with me was astounded and still asks me if I've seen any bleeding ducks everytime I see him.
I've been Kdog since HS where the nick started. Kind of a spin off from Horndog and If you dont understand that one do some research!
Because we bleed purple and gold around my place.
back in the early 2000's 01/02 I lived in a RV on lake Tawakoni just east of Dallas. I bought one of them 10ft fiberglass extension pole's You know the one's that had 3 stage w/1 eyelet on the very end of the rod.any way working 10 hour a day and living and hour from work,i only got to fish on the weekends. One sat. morning i was up at the crack of dawn with my new $6.00 pole 4ft of 20# braided line tied to the one eyelet and my fav. white/chartreuse tube jig.Out the door i went the RV park was in a cove and it was only about a 50 ft. walk down to the water. There was A rock pile and a drop off & a fishing dock that went out about 30 ft. There were two guys fishing a little brush pile that i first walked up to & said good morning y'all doing any good? Naaaa one of thew guys said, how about you, I told him I was just getting started,he wished me good luck and I said thanks, y'all too.I stood there watching his bober being moved and dunked for a split sec. I said Your getting a bite, he said it's been doing that for the past 1/2hr. that fish had alredy ate 3 minnow's & I'm about to move. I ask would ya mined if i dropped my jig down and see what happin's & they said go ahead so I pulled the 3pcs rod out and dropped the jig right next to his bobber. I let the jig drop all the way to the bottom and let it set there for about a min.then slowly took the slack out of the line and WAM pulled up a slab 15inch & the one ole boy just shook his head. I pulled the jig out of his mouth and handed him the fish. You aint keepin any? Naa I said i just like to catchem. i turn to walk down the waters edge & the other ole boy said bit Ya cant do that again.....I stop and slowly turn back toward the two and not saying a thing reached that 10ft pole over the other bober same thing dropped to the bottom wait a min and WAM as soon as i pick the jig up off the bottom. the other ole boy said well i'll be a S.O.B. shaking his head. what's you name he ask....Dan dan Proctor like proctor and gamble no "relation" i said. The othe guy said well Crappiedan Thank you for the Fish as I walk away And it stuck from that point all the guy's in the RV Park started calling me CrappieDan.......& that's my story & I'm stickin to it.....LOL....Y'all have a Crappie day Y'all here
Duck hunting addict for the first half of my name. The second half addresses the other hunting I do at work.
Have a custom built plate boat....popular in Central Illinois or Midwest. Sheets of aluminum making them called plate boats popular for fishing, commercial fishing and duck hunting. Can be build to whatever length. The commercial fisherman are now running 30 to 35 footers for asian carp on the Illinois River!
Hey, plateboater, I saw your boat pix on the Kentucky area. If you could also post them to out Louisiana area and the main fishing thread. There is a sticky for that on both of those threads at the top. It is unusual to our area, but looks a lot like a commercial fishing boat.
Will do dpisani.....glad you liked it. Built like a tank and will last a beyond my life time. Build to your needs for less than other boats.
i am a computer drafter and well my name is Colby, well a few of the people that i work with call me the Cad Ninja "Cobayashi" for short working with Cad software for about 10 years day in and day out i learned quite a few tricks that are job oriented. occasionally i wear an all black hood when it is cold out and my buddies call me the redfish ninja joking around, just kind of stuck.
Cobayashi I like it. Just remember to take off your hood before you go in a store/gas station/restaurant etc. or you might have to fight your way out like a ninja. lol
Well mine isn't that hard. I fish out of a bright blue xpress and my favorite jig is blue thunder. When I first for promoted to E5 in the national guard, my squad leader called me big thunder because I was alway driving my guys hard. Who would have thought I would still be doing the same thing 20 years later? Good times!!!
Don't ask :bash
After driving a tug boat for years it just sorta got hung on me and I kinda like it simple and easy to remember. Of course every once and a while folks either accidentally or on purpose put an "R" in behind the c. I don't mind of course after 30 years of putting up with boat trash I been called lots worse.:biggrin
I'm old and from Massachusetts. Right now I am a bit deflated
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Originally Posted by icefishingfool
When I was a young un I had two nick names, Tony boney and Tony the Tiger. I like the tiger one mo better
this feller! Shooting Starr's Commander (call name Ike) He was an almost constant companion for near 15 years. Ike and I hunted Oklahoma, Texas, Colorado, Missouri, Iowa and Kansas, Kansas, Kansas!! My best buddy. Here is is shown as a pup with the late Kristen Reiser (She called him Big Mac) before I picked him up.
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Here as an old, deaf dog that still hunted great!
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After he died, I quit bird hunting for a couple of years. But recently decided i couldn't live like that so, at 73 yrs old, I have a distant cousin of his about to be born. She will never replace him but will add to more memories.
Hey IkneI, if you have never read Corey Ford's short story, "The Road to Tinkhamtown" take a minute to read it. My last dog, a black Lab, was named Shad from this story.
As I read your post I thought of the story.
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I don't know why the link reads (403 forbidden). It works when I click on it, if not just google the title.
Well now, this is interesting. I have the story in hardback book and the dog's name in the book is Shad, short for Shadow. Guess I will do some digging, but the story is the same.
I read it. Thanks for the info.
Really very interesting.
I like that! lol I will have to find the book and read it now. Thanks!Quote:
Originally Posted by SeaRay
IkenI, I have a similiar story. I had a chocolate lab "Queenie" that was the best duck hunting dog I ever had, hunted her till she was 10. Years down the road I was able to get a great grand daughter off of Queenie, "Grace". I made a couple of hunts with Grace but she was nothing like Queenie, part of that was due to her being 5 months old with Rita came through our area with all of it's loud noices so Grace never cared much for loud noises after that. My mom and dad still have Grace, she is spoiled rotten and just recently had double ACL surgery on her back 2 legs. She is doing well now. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.Quote:
Originally Posted by IkenI
I was a fan of Corey Ford from way back and would look forward each month to his article or story published in Field and Stream magazine. I remember it be the first story in the magazine so I read it first, then I went directly to the back of the magazine and read "Exit Laughing" by Ed Zern. I loved Ford's members of the "Lower Forty" and thought of them as friends. As I read the stories I was sitting with them around the old pot belly stove taking a swig of "ol' Stump Blower" to warm me up. Back then I was but a teen and grew into a young man as I read and totally absorbed the stories. Somewhere in the corner of my house is a stack of old Field and Stream magazines from the 60's. It's time for me to revisit those old friends as I do on occasion. Thanks for bringing it all back. I read "The Road to Tinkhamtown" and it's the happiest sad story I've ever read. Had me in tears.
"gene"
Not sure if it happened here or another place first, but every place I went Skip was taken and Skipper was take and so many others I tried with Skip as the start. So I started trying different spelling on my Skiptomylu and this one worked so it's not much of a good story, but is what it is, LOL!
Skip
I kept my nickname from my track members. They would say after i would finish running the 3rd leg of the 4 by 100 relay and the 2nd leg of the mile relay "Look at Scoot turning the bend" that the coach and the rest of my classmates called me Scoot. That year in 1964 we won the state championship in class C. I am still called scoot today but i can't run 10 feet. A trip back in time.
Being in the military we like to call each other by nicknames, or "call signs" , my screen name is a play on my call sign and last name.
Like PawPaw "gene" my screen name is what a grandson calls me. He was actually my wife's 4th grandchild but by our marriage, my 1st. Sue practically raised him while his mother worked so he & I got pretty close. I never knew what prompted him to call me Pepop but at 23yoa he still does. His brother's & sister call me Vernon and my grand children call me PawPaw or GramPa so Pepop is a "Standout"!
Nice story Pepop. My youngest grandson calls me PaPa Poppie.