Three lines, five, seven, and five syllables respectively. The winner gets a free fishing trip. I know you’re a bunch of raunchy basstits, but here’s an example anyway.
a slow tarpon rolls
all eye and grey comet scales
it’s your turn to cast
June 18, 2010
Haiku Contest
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My wife and I had a lot of fun thinking up this one.
Polarized eyes scan
Watery glare mud bottom
Skiff rides on the tide
Everglades hot sun
Shadow under mangrove limb
Purple fly strip, Strike!
Come tight, set the hook
Surge, silvery jump, shake, splash
Fly and fish now free
Catch your breath, smile proud
Pole quiet to next lagoon
More than fish we seek
And just for laughs….
Locals sip and smoke
Cold beer fuels rowdy lies
Leebo’s Rock Bottom bar
Comment by Brian Beck — June 18, 2010 @ 8:44 pm
run leap royal fish
for your death is not to be
hands will set you free
Comment by Alan Small — June 19, 2010 @ 12:32 pm
Tonic for my soul
Flyfishing the Everglades
Simplicity rules
Comment by Craig Masterman — June 19, 2010 @ 4:32 pm
Steam Launch sounds …..pop, pop
Watson glides out from the haze
Chevelier cringes
Comment by Todd Cox — June 19, 2010 @ 8:33 pm
The toad is now gone
Backing disappearing fast
Bow to silver kings
Comment by Josh — June 19, 2010 @ 10:21 pm
I want to chuck flies
at big poons with Captain Ned
and Billy Baroo!!
Comment by Jason Sullivan — June 22, 2010 @ 11:04 am
These are the two Haikus I made for my father, John McMinn. If either win please let him fish in my stead, as I would be unable to go. Thanks.
Bow to the Tarpon
In its majestic presence
Rolling and jumping
———————–
A man gazes East
Tarpon form a daisy chain
The fly rod beckons
————————
-Joe
Comment by Joe McMinn — June 23, 2010 @ 1:11 am
Silent silver log,
transformed to crashing fury,
by feathers’ soft taunt
Comment by John McMinn — June 28, 2010 @ 6:23 pm
If the judging has begun please disregard this entry. This is for my dad again.
Waiting for a meal,
An incandescent shimmer,
Tails the fleeting fly
-Joe
Comment by Joe McMinn — June 28, 2010 @ 7:01 pm
Hey Guys,
Here’s three more -
Suspended blackness,
Mysteriosa missile,
Vanishes ‘neath my fly.
Headlights on gravel,
Grimm’s crab pots, bamboo,
Portend adventure.
Wing tips slice water,
With white stars on your black back,
Who’d guess you can fly?
John
Comment by John McMinn — July 2, 2010 @ 7:40 pm
Here are some from my wife Beverly Minsberg:
Shimmering silver
Explodes in the still water
Gills flared, head shaking
Mysterious still
Elusive shiny silver
Gills in the mangroves
Long large bright silver
Shimmering and montionless
On the mangrove edge
Bursting forth from the
still waters, shimmering silver
Flared gills, head shaking
Comment by Tom Harding — July 5, 2010 @ 3:38 pm
Some of my own scribblings:
A woodpecker knocks
All eyes strain at the shadows
Which end is the head?
The Milky Way watches
The James Bond ride before dawn
First on point, fish rolls!
Low low tide at dawn
Clear of the Zone, now let’s fly!
CRUNCH – like a googan
At Boundary Bay
A tarpon leaps clear outstretched
Just taking a look
Cast to the shadow
Tease it like its a kitten
Flare, suction -he’s on!
Comment by Tom Harding — July 5, 2010 @ 3:49 pm
The snook hides below
mangrove so thick with green leaves
and swallows my fly
Comment by Gus Morris — July 6, 2010 @ 12:11 pm
Slow rollers at dawn,
We creep toward them, tense, sneaking,
Into their bedroom
Waves lap untrod beaches,
While we wait for Gulf cruisers,
High and happy, northbound
Line vaults from the deck,
Roostertailing toward the Gulf,
Burned fingers, broad smiles
Comment by John McMinn — July 9, 2010 @ 7:08 am