One from the very early days of fly fishing on the web.
So how did this all get started? Blame it on an ex-riverkeeper in Colorado, a former wolverine owner named Chaz Clover. Once upon a time, long before internet haiku contests became commonplace, Chaz thought it would be nice if we had a Bad Flyfishing Haiku contest. We did, and it tapped a rich vein of bad verse. A lot of bad haiku got produced. Limericks weren’t far behind, because anywhere you get talented bad haiku artists you’ll get talented bad limerick writers as well. Now every time an exploitable topic comes up it is sure to draw a bad haiku or limerick.