Mine is a play on the random silliness of the English language.

Pronounced as follows;

gh as in rough

     o as in women

    ti as in nation

 

Wish I could claim credit, but George Bernard Shaw beat me to it by several decades.

^ Or pronounced like a mobster's last name 

^ Or pronounced like a mobster's last name 

Hey bearded wonder   What am I looking at in your new avatar pic. Hard to tell 

Musky with a Deps 250 hanging out its maw.

^ Or pronounced like a mobster's last name 

 

That's what everybody calls me at the Roadtrips.

Mine is alittle self explanitory. I came from an outdoors ranching family, riding and rodeo was my first passion. Learned how to fish from the bank on Shinge Creek where it ran alongside my Grandparents ranch.  Because I wanted to cast to  where the bigger fish hung out, I would get my trusty pony, and ride him out to where the water touched his belly. I could reach the other side of the bank easier, and we would kinda "troll" around to different spots. My parents always knew after school, if my fishing pole and pony were missing, I was out fishing. Fishing Cowgirl.

Where have you been?

 

Good to have you back. Are you still considering joining the gang for the RoadTrip?

Where have you been?

 

Good to have you back. Are you still considering joining the gang for the RoadTrip?

 

RW- where is your story???

 

I have always wondered....... do tell!

Mine is alittle self explanitory. I came from an outdoors ranching family, riding and rodeo was my first passion. Learned how to fish from the bank on Shinge Creek where it ran alongside my Grandparents ranch.  Because I wanted to cast to  where the bigger fish hung out, I would get my trusty pony, and ride him out to where the water touched his belly. I could reach the other side of the bank easier, and we would kinda "troll" around to different spots. My parents always knew after school, if my fishing pole and pony were missing, I was out fishing. Fishing Cowgirl.

 

Great story.

To that you might add, Dean Rojas came to Florida one day and set the BASS 1-day stringer in 'your' backyard (Shingle Creek) 

 

Roger

RW- where is your story???

 

I have always wondered....... do tell!

 

I lived in Colorado when Mel Gibson came online. I was a hunter, not a fisherman at the time.

I wore a lot of leather, holstered a Python 357 Magnum and carried serious knives. I liked

cowboy hats, but was one of the first to sport the Indiana Jones style. Some of my buddies

started referring to me a The Roadwarrior and it stuck.

Great story.

To that you might add, Dean Rojas came to Florida one day and set the BASS 1-day stringer in 'your' backyard (Shingle Creek) 

 

Roger

Roger,I totally agree!  There are some seriously big bass way up on Shingle Creek. Our family probably ate a record book bass in 1971. Dad caught it Jigger pole fishing from a john boat. a 2lber ate the porkrind frog and then a monster bass ate it! I remember looking at that huge fish which completely filled up a big green Coleman Cooler, with the tail of the other bass sticking out of it's mouth.  We didn't think of weighing it or if we did I don't remember. I was about 11. Mom and I have been looking for the photograph or at least a negative of it.

ColdSVT

Im used to live in Maine and i drive a mustang cobra

grizzgreen18- i dip grizzly wintergreen and 18 is a random number 

When my son was born there were some complications at birth. He was a big boy right from the start and during his birth there was an epic tug of war....a struggle between him and the Dr. The doctor ended up winning.

One of the many injuries to my son was that all muscles on the left side of his neck were torn away from the base of his skull & chest. Surgeries & physical therapy started at 5 days old. For the first 6 or 7 months his neck was weak & crooked.

Due to our schedules (and the amount of pain & tears from both my son & wife) I attended and did most of the physical therapy with my boy. He and I quickly got known by the therapists as Team CrookedNeck......

Mines pretty simple also Memphis Firefighter.. Great stories though..

When worm fishing with either a Texas Rig or Carolina Rig, it goes like this:

1) feel the bite.

2) "weigh" the line to sense if their is any kind of life on the other end.

3) Cross their eyes.

By the way, it's a fast three count!

I have a 03 sportsman (sp) 500 quad.

The name cadman started out two ways. For a long time I have designed sheetmetal parts. Then cad came around instead of drawing on the board. So I started with AutoCad, then switched jobs and used CadKey, which at that time I also used a cad package called Profold. After that, I used a package called Metalsoft and now Solidworks. So I have used a lot of cad packages throughout the years.  Part 2 came from as I used cad for my daily job, I got into designing some molds using cad for pouring lead jigs. These were then created into bass jigs which to this day I make and sell as cad designed custom jigs, which I had to shorten because of too many words. Hence the name cadman, from work and fishing.

When my son was born there were some complications at birth. He was a big boy right from the start and during his birth there was an epic tug of war....a struggle between him and the Dr. The doctor ended up winning.

One of the many injuries to my son was that all muscles on the left side of his neck were torn away from the base of his skull & chest. Surgeries & physical therapy started at 5 days old. For the first 6 or 7 months his neck was weak & crooked.

Due to our schedules (and the amount of pain & tears from both my son & wife) I attended and did most of the physical therapy with my boy. He and I quickly got known by the therapists as Team CrookedNeck......

That's awful!

That's awful!

It is all good now. He is a strong boy. There is a picture of him floating around somewhere here on B.R. of my son and a big 6lb 14 oz smallie he caught last year as a 4 year old.