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Marine Terminology |
Kelpless (kelp' less) - angler who, despite his best efforts,
cannot find an offshore weedline. Lingring (ling' ring) - a boneless cobia steak. Lorancid (low ran' sid) - pertaining to angling electronics
gone haywire. Makodependency (make oh dee pen' den see) - relying
upon the use of another individual's boat. Manowarning (man' oh war ning) - abrupt appearance of purple,
nitrogen-filled bubble in oncoming surf. Monorrhea (mon oh ree' uh) -condition induced by accidental
flipping of reel bail while trolling heavy fishing lure. Mortisherman (mor tish' er man) - funeral home director
who spends his spare time fishing. Oilrigormortis (oil rig o mor' tis) - physical condition
brought on by long lapses between the action when fishing an offshore
production platform. Permitscuous (per mitz' cue us) - tendency to leave spouse
and go flats fishing in the Bahamas, even when the budget dictates
otherwise. Pieranoid (peer' uh noyd) - unduly fearful of fishing on and
around fishing piers. Polex (poe' lex) - any fishing rod priced in excess of $200. Polygraphobia (pol ee gra foe' be uh) - fear of taking
a lie detector test after winning a fishing tournament. Probastinator (pro bas' tih na tur) -- would-be professional
bass angler. Pulpitize (pul' pit ize) - to ram the bow of a boat into
a firm object, such as a concrete bulkhead or pier piling. Ramplitude (ram' plih tood) - the angle of a boat ramp. Rockonfusion (rock on fuse' yun) - dilemma encountered
as a result of anchor which breaks loose within throwing distance
of a jetty groin. Shrimpostors (shrim pos' ters) -unwanted bycatch included
with purchase of a quart of live shrimp. Snacklash (snack' lash) - phenomenon which occurs after opening
a bag of potato chips while standing at the console of a planed-out
boat. Surforation (ser foe ray' shun) - a hole corroded through
a vehicle's body by exposure to sand and saltwater. Swellevation (swel e vay' shun) - the position of a boat
atop a large wave. Taperclip (tay' per clip) - to break a fishing rod through
closure of a car door. Terrafirmanent (tear uh firm' uh nent) - committed to
never again leaving dry land. Thunderheadache (thun' der hed ake) - trepidation brought
on by unanticipated arrival of an offshore storm system. Transomectomy (tran sum eck' toe me) - sudden and unexpected
removal of a boat transom via unseen underwater obstruction. Lest I unjustly take credit for all of this intellectual enlightenment, I should tell you that some of these words were brought to light during a recent conversation I had at Fat Boy's Bait Camp while barbecuing lingrings on the pit with my old buddy Rusty Hull. Actually, it wasn't a conversation, because Rusty-as usual-did all the talking. Best as I can recall, it went something like this: "This guidin' for a livin' ain't all it's cracked up to be, Boz. Ever since I got gillneutered, I've been out here riggin' lines, figuring jigonometry, coping with thunderheadaches and pickin' off dragweed for some permitscuous amberjackass with a $400 Polex who gets monorrhea or a bailster the size of a tarpon scale every other strike. "Most of these probastinatin' makodependents can't stay out of the chummery for more than a half-hour, and when they do they're screaming about the swellevation, griping about oilrigormortis or whining about how polygraphobia cost 'em a mountain of money in some big-time fishing tournament. "Then," continued my despondent friend, "there's the upkeep. I feel kelpless, man. My electronics are lorancid more often than not, my old pickup's full of surforations and I've got the better part of a tackle store hung up on the granitalia at the base of the jetties. My batteries have deepcellanoma, my boats are full of bilgae and thanks to all the gaftereffects my fish boxes are making me aromatose. "Half my trolling rods are taperclipped, the ramplitude is ruining my clutch and, just last week, I got rockonfused and pulpitized my offshore boat. Then, just to cap it off, my deck hand became pieranoid and quit after giving my skiff a transomectomy. "And if that ain't enough, the bait I'm gettin' these days is 50 percent shrimposters and I can't even stop to eat without gettin' a snacklash. Tell you what, buddy; it's enough to make me give it up and become a mortisherman."
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