Viking lure

ArdentAngler wrote: Nicho, that is solid gold! You got unequivocal evidence there that all those tales are true. There is without a doubt a striking resemblance between him and that lure to boot. Gotta love Tin Rams sense of humor, hilarious. That's one for the scrapbook! All you need is a photobobm by Chris the Impaler with a set of bag pipes.

I will see what can be arranged re: bagpipes

and yes there is a resemblance, hence the inspiration for tall tales after first seeing chris's amazing lure.

lets see what unfolds

Nicho wrote: Nicho wrote: Nicho wrote: rodsncods wrote: Nicho wrote: [QUOTE=Nicho] PAGE 1 I can see Martin Horror head now, standing at the front of his Viking vessel, stroking the hand carved fugly lure that adorned the bow of his majestic ship as they entered the bay to Britain. His sword raised above his head, he ordered his fellow Pagens to row, and row hard to shore. The battle of Hastings may of just ended! but rumour had it that the new KING, "William the Conqueror" had a large collection of lures stashed in an unguarded Monestry which had now come into site through the thick mist. Horror head was frothing at the mouth with anticipation. There may be more "FUGLYS" in there than any man has laid eyes on! he claimed. ROW men ROW! he screamed in a chilling almost delirious voice, his big hand stroking the figurehead of the now fast moving vessel.                            to be continued. PAGE 2    His army of men watched in disbelief,         as Marty feverishly polished his figurehead!     Would this be just another anti climax!? they wondered?       In the distance, the sheppards could be seen,         frantically rounding up their flocks.      The BAAHS came echoing back from the cliffs,    as the goats noisily huddled together in large groups              their sphincters tightly clenched.           The Pagens rowed harder than ever before           in anticipation of the spoils to be had           The vessel hit shore with great momentum,        Horrorhead was catapulted from the bow of his boat      with such force, that he broke his figurehead in 3 places!            at first there was complete silence,            then A loud sigh of relief was heard            coming from the direction of the goats.                                                 to be continued PAGE 3     Horrorhead lay deathly still on the shore, tears welling in his eyes.     His men sat still, oars in hand, waiting for a sign of life.     Up on the cliffs, the sheppards watched down in bewilderment. The goats stood still, other than the nervous twitching of their sphincters                                         there was no movement at all.                A deftly silence had fallen over the bay.    Horrorhead slowly regained his composure and gingerly rose to his feet.           he winced as he adjusted his figurehead as best as he could,                     he raised his sword above his head.                   A "ROAR" of excitement came from his men.       The goats gasped, holding their hoofs to their mouths in fear.                  The sheppards fled the surrounding hills,             and the monks headed back inside the monastery to               slip into something a little more comfortable.                                  TO BE CONTINUED PAGE 4                         Nightfall fell quickly over the bay                  the lanterns shone bright,the flames flickering,                seductively casting shadows on the monestary walls.              Horrorhead and his men made their way up the cliff face,                           taking advantage of the darkness,                       they planned their attack, as they went.                      The goats silently moved along the track,                         walking backwards just to be safe!                   All the time, keeping their eyes firmly fixed                          on the approaching Vikings.                Horrorhead raised his hand to signal his men to halt.            "Did anyone hear that"!? he whispered with a quivering voice.                    Hear what? whispered one of his men.           The panic could be heard in Horrorheads quivering voice            as he answered, Im sure I heard someone speaking Korean?                      with a Scottish bloody accent!         Surely not!!!!! Cried HORRORHEAD!!! How could this be!!!!!!!????        IN the distance, high on the ridge, a formidable figure could be seen.                     The bag pipes played loudly,            it was Sinclair himself, belting out a few tunes on the bags!                  The goats promptly turned around in a trance,                    and headed up the cliff at a canter!                Horrorhead slammed his hand to the ground,                      this cant be happening he cried!                last I heard "Sinclair" was back in Norway!                            visiting the Normans!!!                                                       TO BE CONTINUED PAGE 5                                  HORRORHEAD beckoned his men to come forward               all the while snickering loudly to himself.               He leant in close, his eyes wide open                   thick saliva dripping from the                      corners of his mouth.             he began to whisper in a maddened yet shaky voice,                                          We will attack                     "first thing in the morning"                       Under the light of day!!        Daylight!? But they, they, they will see us! his men exclaimed!      We will stand out like a "pretty goat" at a "wet market" one replied!                   Sinclair will "have our bloody heads"                before we reach the monastery! cried another.                      I think you should reconsider.            Maybe your injury is affecting your decision making!?                                     "RELAX"                   I have a plan HISSED Horrorhead,         he reached down and carefully adjusted his figurehead,                      sweat beaded off his brow                             follow me!         his men looked at one another and raised their eyebrows,             then slowly made their way back down the cliff                  and climbed aboard their vessel.            Get a good nights sleep lads" called Horrorhead                       We attack at daylight!                              TO BE CONTINUED           PAGE 6           Early hrs approached fast, and Martins men roused well before daylight                       in readiness for the day ahead.                       They made their way above deck              jovial and ready to follow Martins plan of Attack!         As they all huddled together, a deathly silence fell among them.    A whimper could be heard not far away, and laying on the sand in a fetal                position was GENE/TIMRAM HORRORHEAD MARTIN       thumb in finger and tears slowly seeping from his closed eyes.                  WHAT HAS HAPPENED!!? yelled "ERIC".       He was here last night!!!! sobbed Martin! while YOU all slept                WHAT!? SINCLAIR!? WAS HERE!? LAST NIGHT?     How can that be!? are you sure it was him!? How can you be so sure!?        "HE TOOK A BITE OUT OF MY BLOODY FIGUREHEAD SOBBED MARTIN" !                          IT "MUST" OF BEEN HIM!               EVEN MY EX WIFE COULDNT BE COAXED INTO DOING THAT!             One of the men named "ACE" GLEEFULLY JUMPED forward and said..                    Horrorhead I just want you to know.                         EVERYTIME I LOOK AT YOU                            TEARS ARE FALLING                         YOU GIVE ME REASON TO LIVE                          I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN YOU                           LETS PUT THE X IN SEX                       I WANNA ROCK N ROLL ALL NIGHT       OH for Christ sakes screamed "PAUL"...give him A REASON TO LIVE!           Horrorhead slowly sat up, propped himself up on one arm                and looked awkwardly at his new found admirer.              If we ever make it out of here alive he winked                     We should consider starting a BAND!                              TO BE CONTINUED                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       this is wrong on soooooo many levels. martin stroking too many things, sphincters tightly clenched, goats, I don't think i'll read the up coming verses ………………………..not . . . .mick

ArdentAngler wrote: Thought you would get a kick out of that Chris. That is a stunner and very mysterious lure you got there. All in all you did a smashing job turning that blank into something from left field. Supreme imagination and skill, cannot wait for the next one. Think you should fish it at least once? Losing that Viking to Valhalla would send anyone in fit of depression though. Love the etching, what did you use to embellish the metal?

just drew a pattern that was taken from a picture i saw of the prow of a viking longboat,i drew it on with a permanent marker then used a dremel with an engraving bit to etch it in then just polished it up 

very special lure mate well done

Looking at it again I have to say

. . . .mick

Vinny Vincent?,yes thanks Charles that was me

rodsncods wrote: overwhelming martin . . . mick

I am overwhelmed by how overwhelmed I am about this post. I think I’ll sit back and take it all in- might need a few beers though

Nicho wrote: Nicho wrote: rodsncods wrote: Nicho wrote: [QUOTE=Nicho] PAGE 1 I can see Martin Horror head now, standing at the front of his Viking vessel, stroking the hand carved fugly lure that adorned the bow of his majestic ship as they entered the bay to Britain. His sword raised above his head, he ordered his fellow Pagens to row, and row hard to shore. The battle of Hastings may of just ended! but rumour had it that the new KING, "William the Conqueror" had a large collection of lures stashed in an unguarded Monestry which had now come into site through the thick mist. Horror head was frothing at the mouth with anticipation. There may be more "FUGLYS" in there than any man has laid eyes on! he claimed. ROW men ROW! he screamed in a chilling almost delirious voice, his big hand stroking the figurehead of the now fast moving vessel.                            to be continued. PAGE 2    His army of men watched in disbelief,         as Marty feverishly polished his figurehead!     Would this be just another anti climax!? they wondered?       In the distance, the sheppards could be seen,         frantically rounding up their flocks.      The BAAHS came echoing back from the cliffs,    as the goats noisily huddled together in large groups              their sphincters tightly clenched.           The Pagens rowed harder than ever before           in anticipation of the spoils to be had           The vessel hit shore with great momentum,        Horrorhead was catapulted from the bow of his boat      with such force, that he broke his figurehead in 3 places!            at first there was complete silence,            then A loud sigh of relief was heard            coming from the direction of the goats.                                                 to be continued PAGE 3     Horrorhead lay deathly still on the shore, tears welling in his eyes.     His men sat still, oars in hand, waiting for a sign of life.     Up on the cliffs, the sheppards watched down in bewilderment. The goats stood still, other than the nervous twitching of their sphincters                                         there was no movement at all.                A deftly silence had fallen over the bay.    Horrorhead slowly regained his composure and gingerly rose to his feet.           he winced as he adjusted his figurehead as best as he could,                     he raised his sword above his head.                   A "ROAR" of excitement came from his men.       The goats gasped, holding their hoofs to their mouths in fear.                  The sheppards fled the surrounding hills,             and the monks headed back inside the monastery to               slip into something a little more comfortable.                                  TO BE CONTINUED PAGE 4                         Nightfall fell quickly over the bay                  the lanterns shone bright,the flames flickering,                seductively casting shadows on the monestary walls.              Horrorhead and his men made their way up the cliff face,                           taking advantage of the darkness,                       they planned their attack, as they went.                      The goats silently moved along the track,                         walking backwards just to be safe!                   All the time, keeping their eyes firmly fixed                          on the approaching Vikings.                Horrorhead raised his hand to signal his men to halt.            "Did anyone hear that"!? he whispered with a quivering voice.                    Hear what? whispered one of his men.           The panic could be heard in Horrorheads quivering voice            as he answered, Im sure I heard someone speaking Korean?                      with a Scottish bloody accent!         Surely not!!!!! Cried HORRORHEAD!!! How could this be!!!!!!!????        IN the distance, high on the ridge, a formidable figure could be seen.                     The bag pipes played loudly,            it was Sinclair himself, belting out a few tunes on the bags!                  The goats promptly turned around in a trance,                    and headed up the cliff at a canter!                Horrorhead slammed his hand to the ground,                      this cant be happening he cried!                last I heard "Sinclair" was back in Norway!                            visiting the Normans!!!                                                       TO BE CONTINUED PAGE 4                                  HORRORHEAD beckoned his men to come forward               all the while snickering loudly to himself.               He leant in close, his eyes wide open                   thick saliva dripping from the                      corners of his mouth.             he began to whisper in a maddened yet shaky voice,                                          We will attack                     "first thing in the morning"                       Under the light of day!!        Daylight!? But they, they, they will see us! his men exclaimed!      We will stand out like a "pretty goat" at a "wet market" one replied!                   Sinclair will "have our bloody heads"                before we reach the monastery! cried another.                      I think you should reconsider.            Maybe your injury is affecting your decision making!?                                     "RELAX"                   I have a plan HISSED Horrorhead,         he reached down and carefully adjusted his figurehead,                      sweat beaded off his brow                             follow me!         his men looked at one another and raised their eyebrows,             then slowly made their way back down the cliff                  and climbed aboard their vessel.            Get a good nights sleep lads" called Horrorhead                       We attack at daylight!                              TO BE CONTINUED                                                                                                                                                                                                                              this is wrong on soooooo many levels. martin stroking too many things, sphincters tightly clenched, goats, I don't think i'll read the up coming verses ………………………..not . . . .mick

Chris- a caveat emptor, not trying to steal your thunder mate, lord knows your works got more boom then men at works (down under). Example is this thread; your lures have broken the fourth wall and taken life in ways unimagined. A bit jealous of that, we all know you planned it out well in advance.

As for the touchy subjects I say go for it mate, we need rebels like you more than ever. Completely aware that the rate at which people are offended is at a ludicrous high. Playing it safe only feeds their monkey, that ba$tard has now become a chunky monkey with type 7 diabetes from all the freebies…catastrophic heart failure will soon ensue at this rate.
Personally I’ll stick with my Hunter S Thompson upbringing and stir the pot occasionally so it never gets stagnant. I’m a bit oblivious to social norms, and a wee bit strange for most folk. Now to that caveat emptor! I recommend, but caution that following ideations as they can be disastrous if executed poorly, or without a quixotic passion for the bohemian modus vivendi. Don’t know what you call it, some tell me I have charisma, I have no idea what that means but it seems to always work out?

Exempli Grati; My prior employers speak exceptionally highly of me, specifically one who I am great friends with today. Now you’re thinking, ok, what’s your point?

My point is this bugger sabotaged my coffee! Also I unfortunately have legends and stories that follow me wherever I go. Wish I could say there was hyperbole garnishments.

Anyways My boss; This bugger put plastic spiders, raw and cooked gnocchi, olive earl, hot sauce, salt, a royal ton of sugar, vinegar, asparagus, wine, artificial sweetened flavors, napkins, potatoes, pens, get well cards....bloody hell anything in a grabbing vicinity. Mind you all of these were separate accounts.



Imagine your boss getting pulled over and asked that staple question “Do you know why I pulled you over?
Cocoa: No
Officer: are you aware of the bananas all over your car?
Cocoa: I am now
Officer: have a good day, drive safe



Actually asked my boss if he had any photos of those times, these are what he sent me.

You may be wondering why “cocoa” good question. I nicknamed him this as he was going gray, like a silver back gorilla. To the point where employees of a certain fortune 500 company adopted this cute cognomen and it stuck.

In short, because this is rather long, people who are eccentric and do wacky things aren’t subjected to the same standard. Just like you Chris, a free pass to be creative and grossly unconventional. You don’t have to take a blow torch to the door handle of the bathroom like me, but perhaps you should?
Though when you get pulled over, don’t roll the window down and wave your hand and saying “these aren’t the droids you are seeking.” That worked one time…guess he was a star wars fan?

Anyways, please make that ruddy lure!

ha ha!thats gold!

Don't worry - I'm right here. Been trying to stay out of this one 

hopefully will be finishing the Viking lure today.I may have to do a Scottish one now

Hey I’m here. Just. It as often as where I’m holed up with this C19 thing has very poor mobile/ internet reception so I only visit the site every few days. Easier on this site with a laptop the. My phone and the Dell gets a very very weak signal.

Nicho wrote: This could be a post of mammoth proportions Oh and Chris..that's a very nice lure by the way Your carving is very impressive.

i think the lure itself is a minor detail here,so much creativity mate well done to you Charles and indeed the star Martin