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Lets start a crazy fall fishing song
I'll start. Just add lyrics that rhyme.
Fog rolled in, south west wind. Icycles upon my chin. |
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one more fish i'll call it an end big 30 pounder makin my rod bend |
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Had a spot, didn't want to lend
did it, got burnt by a friend this fall no more spots, will I lend to ????? with love, will them I send |
Waves a crashin'
head spin in the rain, 50# stripahs just infectin my brain |
Stripers starting their fall migration,
Soon they will be gone, So get yer butt to the ocean friend, And get a forty on..... :jump: |
Goin to the corna
se ya all afta skool Surrenda surrenda but don't giv urspots awaaaay aaaay aaa-aaay |
:cool: I had an itch
went to tha ditch wind was blowin no birds were showin tossin lead scratchin my head thinkin I should of stayed in bed said one more cast rain fallin fast against my face gotta get outa this place but I had an itch --tha ditch tha ditch tha ditch link sr |
Well, the wind ,she blows
but the rain ain't snow so I'm hitting the sand again. The run is on but it won't last long so go let's get our large now, my friends |
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...how can ya have icicles in sw & fog? :confused: |
Hey, I'm surprised I could even rhyme something when I got home from the bah last night. Give me a break, make a rhyme or get lost moron!
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Stripers are good
Stripers are great Thankyou for the delicoius fillet on my plate! |
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I'm addicted to The Crunch I put the yo-yo's down To get the Big Girls by the bunch But the wind is too hard and the seas to high Gonna have to fish the beach, gotta take a drive I head over to The Ditch, but life can be a Bitch Hoppin' boulder-to-boulder But it's shoulder-to shoulder Find an empty space, let my wood fly an' hold 'er Then Billy White Boots Johnson casts over my line Will he cross me up or will I get it back on time It's too late In Billy White Boots' zest He didn't pay attention He got an awfull bird's nest He got tangled up with me, but then I got it out But it's really too bad, had a schoolie by the snout It's not working out so the heck with this bunch I'll take my chances in the Sound And head back to... The Crunch |
my shirt is puked and my pants are pissed..
but im gonna throw a popper through the ocean's mist. you see, i got a gland problem that makes me wish... That i just want to cach one more fish. :fishslap: |
:rotf3: The crunch :uhuh:
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the wind blows
i freeze off my a$$hole hours at the ditch still dont catch sh%t should have listened to pete, my pal THERE IS NOTHING IN THIS DAMN CANAL!!! |
Fishy fishy in the brook,
Poppa catchem with a hook, Momma fry him in the pan, Baby eat him like a man. Worked all day, oh man alive.... Wish I had Amazing Fish Numba Five, Mikey callin with harrassin voice mails, I'm slicin in the woods just like Judge Smails. I just lost that bet to crazy old Rodney, Big ol stripers..fo-sho that's my quandry. My brithdays comin, for me not for you, But I'm stuck slavin at the ol Bugaboo. Two days off, in the fall run, But bad mofo nothwesterns ruin my fun. I'm Itchy and Scratchy all over that itch, I'm crazy Mr. Sandeel Nose, now give me some fish!!! Sittin at home with six hours for sleep, My beers gettin fuller from tears I do weep. One more chance for charlie I'm prayin, Cause winter's comin and home I am stayin' Word to your mama. I'm out, The Formerly Not-Rappin Sandeel Mustache Rickman PEACE :bshake: |
Bomba Bro's, you see us on the beach,
Always fishin where the others can't reach. I always go till my body gets numb, Look out for Mikey with a hook in his thumb. We comb the OB's for Dave and for Larry, We look for Fred and sometimes find Barry. They sing for joy when we pull into the packy, Cause Mikey buys up all the Twisted Tea. We pose for pictures, man we are grubs, And we try hard to ho all of yo' plugs. If you see us walking alone and out far, It's only cause we threw the other out of the car. We like to sing, we like to dance... Hey I think #^&#^&#^&#^&ey just took off his pants. If your lookin for help just say the word, Mikey's a ninja at unhookin a bird. We used to hand with a guy named Meals, Mikey's number one at attracting the seals. Next time you see us on the beach at night, Stay out of the way Bushwacker Bombas on the right. Careful of Mikey if there's a tourney, He'll get all mad and punch you in the knee. Kayak, pluggin, or on the beach Bomba Bro's...fish where you can't reach. Peace Y'all, I'm going to bed. :topic: |
Well, the wind she blew,
and the chit just flew Mung was movin fish was groovin time and tide, all was proven Spot burners Spot muggers, New Yahkahs too Large was caught in the snot damn this weather made the fishin hot! |
I lIKe fIsHIn, cuz fishIns fun
slINgiN eEls or ThRowiN pLugs I likE wheN thOse biG moMMas tAkE tHeiR ruN lATe at NitE or eArLy mOrn sOmE baSSes lIps arE goNNa geT toRn no sleep wifes pissed projects aint done behind at work I dont give a flying *&%$ I liKE fIsHiN.....and its almost over |
bait and fish, they sure be jumpin'
don't need no eels, it's plugs they're thumpin' hate them spot jumpers, it's BM's leg they should be humpin' forties are great, a fifty would be sumpthin' Fall is upon us Make the Most of it soon will be wintah then we feel like chit So get your fill in now and all, let's make a vow Keep the Good feeling going 'cause soon it's gonna start snowing no Flame Wars be a Throwing Peace. |
I like Nibs the best :D
Casting for bass, its eleven oh three.. I got bass slime all over me. Im gonna go home now and slip into bed... but with this nasty smell on me, i'll never get any ***** :whackin: |
Its all about spots man
All about spots I want large Don't need no tots I got me Hab's Got me sluggo. Got OTW I know where togo. I go to RI to see me Bud Nebe We go out fishin No large fo me there's notin in RI So I go to the cape Look fo BM its his fish to rape My bag's unattended He tries to pillage. He don't know I from mutant village. He opens it up. Out comes the Monster enters his body BM says whats this truck fo. I need a jeep So I can look like "Barbie". I told him leave it alone or u'll be sorry but he no listen to the N-I-B Now he goes to P-town an screams suu-eee moral of the story It is plain to see Never mess wit the Notorius N-I-B... |
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Instant classic :laugha:
-spence |
My name is spence and im here to say
i bought some new gucci waders today.. they got some glitter and they got some shine but i think they will do me just fine. You can see my bling form chatam, when i am fishing the block, The ferry wouldnt let me take my Audi, so i just had to walk... My reels are made by rolex, The spools are made of gold.. But with all this gear, I cant help but shed a tear..... catching the skunk sure is getting old... You see, I hear there is something called a bass who swims our local seas.. i could care less though, because I have a gear buying disease :p |
What the heck is "chatam"?
-spence |
NIB's monster is entering BM's body in P-Town. :rotf3: :rotf3: :rotf2:
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Holy chit that is funny.
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P-town sand is like no otha,
You think you got problems, BM wants to be Slip's lova, It's hidey ho and hidey hee, If BM had long hair, you think he was she. Poor Slip can't get no peace, Bm's on the cell and he won't cease, Sand in his hair, sand in his shoes, Too bad he spends so much time on the internet, He gives up way to many clues. If he gets mugged he yips and he yaps Bout new yorkers and those Joisy Chaps Secretly he wants to be loved, BY NIB in the back of his jeep But Nibby is cool and he don't lose no sleep Just cause BM is on the same sand doin' his midnight creep. It's needles this and my dannys that My dannys are different They is all phat I was the first you will hear him say To make that plug in that certain way But too much sand and not enough sleep In to his brain odd thougts will seep He ain't no super hero He is just another nut Got caught up he did in the internet rut. The fall winds are blowin the cold rain is comin down soon BM will go into his winter funk wit no sunlight comin down He fishes hard day and night Catches a big one now and then when canal guys are polite Time to re-spool BM wind it up tight Cause the big ones are out there wantin' one last fight Forget the internet wit it's heroes and foes and got the beach that nobody knows Stand in the wash in the moons halflight And Yell as you hookup "AHA YOU BASTAGES" See I was right!!!!!!!!!!! :love: |
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GOOD one! :rotf3: :jester: :rotf2: :laugha: :claps: |
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One eye'd monstah :D |
I'm on the fence if Rap should even be considered singing, but here’s my entry, a remake of an old favorite. Now what’s crazy about it is the song has the potential to set the stage for a new TV series about the weekly travails of a bunch of grizzled surfpunchers plying the New England coastal tides for “cows”. Starring Clint Eastwood as Surf “Howdy” Yates, Paul Brinegar as Windcheater, a real Rebel, Eric Fleming as their leader, canal sharpie Gibbs Darter, and Bill Tompkins as Toothless Bluefish.
Castin’ Castin’ Castin’ Keep castin’ castin’ castin’ Though they're procrastinatin' Keep them long rods castin’, Lineside! Try to think just like one Hope the plug’s the right one Soon you’ll be hauling in a large. Boy my heart’s a pumpin’ Hope soon a striper fightin’, be waiting at the end of my rod. Cast ‘em out, reel ‘em in Change a spot, check the drag Cast ‘em out, reel ‘em in Lineside! Screamin' reel, set the hook Set the hook, reel ‘em in Work ‘em in, beach ‘em up Linesiiiide! |
Ooh Jimbo,
Reminds me of the song I worte about my old roommate in college, we called him Whitey. He was arguably the best guitar player I've ever seen or met. Great guy, he graduated with me from UMass (nuff said) and had a Masters from Harvard in counseling (just like Mikey minus the Harvard). Man this guy could rock on the guitar...just ask the other bald Bomba... But man, he hated fishing, fish, and my tackle...He drove his old man's Audi 4000 sports coupe, badly I might add, all around the greater Amherst area. So here's the song: Drivin, Drivin, Drivin... I Was F.in flyin, Heard this great big cry and oh no! I was drivin poorly, Now they wanna sue me, Guess I can't drive any more Tow 'em in Fix 'em up Drive 'em out Crash 'em up AUDI Tow 'em in Fix 'em up Drive 'em out Crash 'em up Audi I've had so much bad luck, Then I hit a trash truck, Now they want to see me in court. I was drivin poorly, Now they want to sue me, Guess I shouldn't drive anymore. Tow em in, Fixem up. Drivemout, Crashemup, Towemin, AUUUUDDDI....... AUDI :jump: |
If ever there was a thing
more peaceful than striper fishing it could be our worst day, in awful weather and putting a line in the water can always make it better big fish, small fish no fish, drink like a fish days and nights filled with anticipation the joy of living in this incredible nation |
Flap, NIB, Karl, Nebe, Spence, Bomb'as, everybody, freakin' good stuff...hysterical......
:btu: :jester: :rotf3: :jester: :rotfl: :jester: :jester: :bounce: :buds: :happy: Ice |
Ode to a Newby (to 'Badge')
This is fun! wasted 10 min of my day but what the hell....
to "Badge" by Cream Betcha thinking bout the time you drove in my sled thinking that I might have drove you too far Thinkin 'bout that bass I iced in the cooler.... I told you only fish in the dark told you bout the goons and where they park Then I told you bout the spot I landed a monster I told you how the Tide goes up and down Yes I told to fish when the light goes down Better pick yourself up off the ground Before the next wave crashes down Yes, Better get some korkers on Talkin bout a goon that looks quite like you Didnt have the time to learn what he needed too.. His wife sold away his gear since he fell off the breachway :devil: |
there once was a man from nantucket
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . who fished in a large bucket every time he got skunked he said %$#& it but every day he fished from that bucket now he is old and does tea and crumpets all the while playing with his trumpet I know where you guys thought I was going with it freak a zoids |
The wind was howling from the east
25 knots to rattle your teeth 6 foot seas tight and stacked The 21 footer was sure to crack An hour later, and frozen solid we dropped three lines into the water bump, bump, bump, and then a scream two bent rods, what a scene! The line was peeling off my reel that cow was running with her meal my son was burning up his drag the sea was laughing like a hag two more runs and tons of pain the line she took I started to gain my son was yelling, get the net! a 35 pounder was my bet Waves crashed against the hull the men on board were scared as hell the thirty pounder found the cooler but the one on my rod seemed much crueler Another wave met with a smash the fish made her final dash the froth was swamping onto the deck I sliped and nearly broke my neck My son sank the gaff deep and true into the arm of you know who I dropped the rod and blood shot out "save the fish" I tried to shout The awful clunk the rod expelled as it hit the gunnelll and then fell into the sea and out of sight I Fought back tears with all my might The trip back in took nearly 2 hours I steered that boat with all my power my heart was broke, my arm was aching fishing in October is very painstaking. |
Boat songs don't count.
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