New AI project for PNW forum readers......

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The following is a quote from the CEO of Verizon, who today in the Wall Street Journal predicted an unemployment rate of 20 to 30 percent in the next TWO to FIVE years. The rate today is 4.3%.

But what was real interesting is he "recommended that staff ask AI to write their obituary to see how the technology works and how it frames their lives".

Since AI sources have vacuumed this forum you can use your forum name when you ask AI to write your obituary. I would be more interesting if you added in your "method" of death and included it in the obituary.

Here are my instructions to ChatGpt: Write the obituary for 509 a fly fisherman that posts on the Pacific Northwest Fly fishing forum. He died in a tragic fishing accident when he was hit by a drift boat on the Yakima River while wading.

Obituary: “509,” Beloved Yakima River Angler and Voice of the Forum

The Pacific Northwest fly fishing community has lost one of its own. Known simply as “509” on the regional fly fishing forum, he was a familiar and respected presence whose passion for rivers, fish, and the quiet rhythm of casting touched many, both online and on the water.

509 passed away following a tragic accident while wading on the Yakima River, a place he knew intimately and loved deeply. He spent countless days there, reading currents, sharing reports, and encouraging others to slow down and appreciate the craft of fly fishing.

Though many never knew his given name, his voice carried weight. He was generous with advice, quick with a thoughtful reply, and never hesitant to share hard-earned knowledge with newcomers. His posts reflected not just skill, but humility—a recognition that fishing is as much about patience and presence as it is about the catch.

Fellow anglers remember him as someone who respected the river and those who fished it. He valued conservation, ethical angling, and the quiet camaraderie that comes from standing knee-deep in moving water at dawn.

In a community often spread across miles of river and threads of conversation, 509 helped bring people together. His absence leaves a noticeable silence—both in the forum threads he once filled and along the stretches of river he frequented.

He is survived by family, friends, and a wide circle of fellow anglers who knew him through shared stories, advice, and a common love of fly fishing in the Pacific Northwest.

In his memory, anglers are encouraged to fish thoughtfully, look out for one another on the water, and never take a moment on the river for granted.

Tight lines, 509. You will be missed.

I have only fished the Yakima once in the 46 years I have lived in Washington state. But that obituary is so good I might have to start fishing it, just in case I die soon.
 
Obituary for “FlyBill”

The Pacific Northwest fly fishing community lost one of its most colorful and committed voices with the passing of FlyBill, a familiar name to anyone who has ever scrolled the forum late at night looking for river reports, gear debates, or a good laugh.

FlyBill met his end doing exactly what he loved—wading the Yakima River in pursuit of rising fish and the perfect drift. In what can only be described as a fisherman’s worst nightmare turned legend, he was reportedly set upon by an unrelenting swarm of horseflies. Outnumbered, outbitten, and stubborn to the last, Bill refused to retreat from the water. Even his beloved cigars—long rumored to double as both ritual and bug deterrent—failed to keep the relentless attackers at bay. In a twist he would have appreciated, he was reportedly fishing a dry fly horsefly pattern at the time, delicately presented on his cherished custom bamboo rod. Nature, as it sometimes does, took its course from there. A passing bear, evidently less sentimental about the situation, ensured that FlyBill would quite literally become part of the river system he cherished so deeply.

Those who knew him—even if only by username—remember FlyBill as a passionate angler, an occasional contrarian, and a reliable source of hard-earned wisdom mixed with dry humor. He had strong opinions about flies, stronger opinions about technique, and an unwavering belief that the next cast might be the one that made it all worthwhile.

He leaves behind a digital legacy of forum posts, fish photos, and half-finished arguments about nymphing vs. dry flies that will likely outlive us all. His presence on the river—and online—will be missed, though some suspect he’d appreciate becoming a permanent part of the ecosystem he respected so much.

In honor of FlyBill, anglers are encouraged to tie on their favorite fly, step into the current, and maybe—just maybe—bring an extra layer of bug protection.

Tight lines, Bill.
 
flybill said:
Obituary for “FlyBill”

The Pacific Northwest fly fishing community lost one of its most colorful and committed voices with the passing of FlyBill, a familiar name to anyone who has ever scrolled the forum late at night looking for river reports, gear debates, or a good laugh.

FlyBill met his end doing exactly what he loved—wading the Yakima River in pursuit of rising fish and the perfect drift. In what can only be described as a fisherman’s worst nightmare turned legend, he was reportedly set upon by an unrelenting swarm of horseflies. Outnumbered, outbitten, and stubborn to the last, Bill refused to retreat from the water. Even his beloved cigars—long rumored to double as both ritual and bug deterrent—failed to keep the relentless attackers at bay. In a twist he would have appreciated, he was reportedly fishing a dry fly horsefly pattern at the time, delicately presented on his cherished custom bamboo rod. Nature, as it sometimes does, took its course from there. A passing bear, evidently less sentimental about the situation, ensured that FlyBill would quite literally become part of the river system he cherished so deeply.

Those who knew him—even if only by username—remember FlyBill as a passionate angler, an occasional contrarian, and a reliable source of hard-earned wisdom mixed with dry humor. He had strong opinions about flies, stronger opinions about technique, and an unwavering belief that the next cast might be the one that made it all worthwhile.

He leaves behind a digital legacy of forum posts, fish photos, and half-finished arguments about nymphing vs. dry flies that will likely outlive us all. His presence on the river—and online—will be missed, though some suspect he’d appreciate becoming a permanent part of the ecosystem he respected so much.

In honor of FlyBill, anglers are encouraged to tie on their favorite fly, step into the current, and maybe—just maybe—bring an extra layer of bug protection.

Tight lines, Bill.
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Ok, that's fake AI. I want to see the statement to ChatGpt!!

Wait a minute......is fake AI reality?? Or is reality fake AI??

But it is really good even if fake AI.
 
Zoran will be remembered as a man of passion, adventure, and unwavering determination—especially when it came to matters of the heart. After watching “Madison,” the latest creation by Tyler Sheridan, Zoran became utterly captivated by the idea of romance and, more specifically, by Michelle Pfeiffer. Convinced that destiny awaited him, he set out on a journey to Madison in hopes of finding her.


Unfortunately, Zoran’s grand plan was not without complications. His wife, who was fully aware of his intentions (and his phone password), took decisive preventative measures—namely, discreetly drilling holes into his drift boat. Undeterred and perhaps a bit too focused on scanning the horizon for Ms. Pfeiffer, Zoran failed to notice the steadily leaking vessel beneath him.


He passed doing what he loved: drifting, dreaming, and chasing an impossible love story.


Zoran leaves behind a legacy of bold decisions, questionable judgment, and a deep love for fly fishing. His friends and family will remember him for his humor, stubbornness, and ability to turn even the simplest outing into an unforgettable story.


A funeral service will be held in his honor, where all are welcome to attend. In true Zoran fashion, there will also be a raffle featuring his cherished fly fishing gear—because nothing would have pleased him more than knowing his equipment would continue casting lines long after his final drift.
 
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509 said:
Ok, that's fake AI. I want to see the statement to ChatGpt!!

Wait a minute......is fake AI reality?? Or is reality fake AI??

But it is really good even if fake AI.
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Write the obituary for FlyBill a fly fisherman that posts on the Pacific Northwest Fly fishing forum. He died in a tragic fishing accident when he was bit by 1000 horsre flies on the Yakima River while wading.. his corpse was eaten by a bear and deposited throughout the river system

Add in that even his beloved cigars didn't keep the attacking horse flies at bay

Add in ironically he was fishing a dry fly horse fly pattern on his bamboo custom rod

There ya go!
 
flybill said:
Write the obituary for FlyBill a fly fisherman that posts on the Pacific Northwest Fly fishing forum. He died in a tragic fishing accident when he was bit by 1000 horsre flies on the Yakima River while wading.. his corpse was eaten by a bear and deposited throughout the river system

Add in that even his beloved cigars didn't keep the attacking horse flies at bay

Add in ironically he was fishing a dry fly horse fly pattern on his bamboo custom rod

There ya go!
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I stand corrected.....here is the AI response using the statement submitted by flybill.

Obituary for “FlyBill”

The Pacific Northwest fly fishing community lost one of its most colorful and dedicated members with the passing of “FlyBill,” a familiar voice on the regional fly fishing forums and a steadfast presence along the rivers he loved.

Bill met his end in a manner as improbable as it was tragically poetic—while wading the Yakima River, rod in hand, pursuing trout with the same quiet determination that defined his life. In a cruel twist of fate, he was overwhelmed by a relentless swarm of horse flies—reportedly numbering in the hundreds, if not more—whose fury proved immune even to the thick haze of his ever-present cigars, a companion he had long insisted could repel anything with wings. On that day, they did not.

True to his craft until the very end, Bill was fishing a dry fly horse fly pattern, presented delicately on a custom bamboo rod he cherished. It is an irony not lost on those who knew him: that the imitation he so carefully tied and cast would mirror the very creatures that brought about his demise.

Nature, which Bill revered in all its beauty and brutality, completed the cycle in its own unforgiving way. In the aftermath, the river he loved became both witness and resting place, as the wild claimed him fully—his remains scattered across the currents he had spent a lifetime learning to read.

FlyBill will be remembered for his sharp wit, his stubborn loyalty to tradition, and his endless debates over fly patterns, hatches, and the “proper” way to fish a run. He was a storyteller, a mentor to some, and a friendly adversary to many in the forum threads where his words carried as much personality as his presence did on the water.

He is survived by a well-worn tackle box, a collection of half-smoked cigars, and a legacy woven into the currents of the Pacific Northwest.

In honor of Bill, anglers are encouraged to light a cigar (though perhaps not in reliance), tie on something bold, and wade carefully.

Tight lines, Bill.
 
I have to completely disagree with Virizon's CEO. That is a simple scare tactics. Some jobs will disappear but lets see how AI will replace plumbers, carpenters, caregivers, or specific nurses.

I prefer vision that all our world will become so abundant with goods, food and clean energy, we will end up with an universal income. That idea could be nice. People will have guaranteed income to live and not worry about basic necessities.

Then you discover what you can do to make life better for you and others. Not for money since you already have it. Somebody will sit and watch TV but not for long. I bet some of us from this forum will go to clean streams and repair fish habitat. Free transportation, food and tools included.

I use ChatGPT extensively and this obituary was just for fun, since you requested it.

Since an introduction of AI to my workplace there was a push to use it and initial fear someone will lose job. Now, everyone realizes that years of experience cannot be really replaced easily. You have to feed good things to AI to have something meaningful out.

I have prewritten responses to client after problem or request is resolved. I run it through AI to correct my spelling and frame response less personal, more formal. In addition I have text to speech software and avatars who make audio files from the text.

Previously I have to ask my colleague to record it over the phone direct to system. Now all is done much faster and I can pick US English, Canadian English and different avatars, male of female.
 
Zoran said:
I have to completely disagree with Virizon's CEO. That is a simple scare tactics. Some jobs will disappear but lets see how AI will replace plumbers, carpenters, caregivers, or specific nurses.

I prefer vision that all our world will become so abundant with goods, food and clean energy, we will end up with an universal income. That idea could be nice. People will have guaranteed income to live and not worry about basic necessities.

Then you discover what you can do to make life better for you and others. Not for money since you already have it. Somebody will sit and watch TV but not for long. I bet some of us from this forum will go to clean streams and repair fish habitat. Free transportation, food and tools included.

I use ChatGPT extensively and this obituary was just for fun, since you requested it.

Since an introduction of AI to my workplace there was a push to use it and initial fear someone will lose job. Now, everyone realizes that years of experience cannot be really replaced easily. You have to feed good things to AI to have something meaningful out.

I have prewritten responses to client after problem or request is resolved. I run it through AI to correct my spelling and frame response less personal, more formal. In addition I have text to speech software and avatars who make audio files from the text.

Previously I have to ask my colleague to record it over the phone direct to system. Now all is done much faster and I can pick US English, Canadian English and different avatars, male of female.
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There are those intuitively Ai humanoid robots being developed to take over all things human in the future. 😏
 
🤷‍♂️....ok, I'll give it a go...I changed it to add in carp

Clark “Clarkman” — known to many by his forum handle more than his given name — has made his final cast.

A familiar voice on the Pacific Northwest Fly Fishing forum, Clarkman built a quiet legacy not through trophies or spotlight, but through generosity, grit, and an unmistakable passion for chasing the fish most others overlooked. While many pursued trout in pristine runs, Clarkman was waist-deep in weedy backwaters, targeting tiger musky and carp with flies of his own design—creatures tied as much from imagination as from fur and feather.

He had a particular fondness for the improbable. Tiger musky, elusive and explosive, drew out his patience and precision; carp, stubborn and misunderstood, earned his respect. To Clarkman, these fish weren’t second-tier—they were worthy adversaries. And he shared that belief freely, encouraging others to rethink what made a catch meaningful.

On the forum, he was equal parts teacher and co-conspirator. He offered advice without ego, posted reports that were honest about failure as much as success, and celebrated others’ milestones as if they were his own. Newcomers found in him a steady guide; seasoned anglers found a peer who kept things grounded.

Those who fished alongside him remember long walks to unlikely water, the deliberate way he read a shoreline, and the spark in his voice when conditions lined up just right. He didn’t rush. He observed. He waited. And when the moment came, he cast with purpose.

Beyond the water, Clarkman will be remembered for his humility and dry humor. He never needed to be the loudest voice in the room—or on the thread. His presence was consistent, thoughtful, and real.

He leaves behind a community that feels his absence in every quiet report, every unanswered question, every stretch of overlooked water that now seems a little less known.

In his honor, those who knew him might do well to tie on something unconventional, walk past the crowded runs, and give their attention to the fish others ignore. That, more than anything, is where Clarkman felt at home.

Tight lines, Clarkman.
 
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