Sunday, June 08, 2014
Bullshit To ODFW
Until ODFW provides a comprehensive plan to not only provide a better hunting and fishing experience for Oregonians but also a plan to protect our wild salmonid resources. Their phony Coastal Multi-Species Conservation and Management Plan is just a bandage to cover the real issues. Throwing good money after bad without addressing the real issues is going to get us no where but will cost us more money for an inferior product.
Heads need to roll in Salem! From Roy Elicker to Ed Bowles to Todd Alsbury, they need to be shown the door!
Are you satisfied with how ODFW is running things? Do you think Oregon has any "Blue Ribbon" fisheries anymore? Do you think ODFW does enough for wild fish? I don't! ODFW definitely does not need a fee increase to muddy things up any more than they already are. They need a dose of reality and a complete reorganization. Get rid of the dead weight and end some of the money wasting projects that always seem to get funded.
Just say HELL NO to increasing license and tag costs! Close down some inefficient hatcheries! I realize that hatcheries are some sort of sacred cows here in Oregon but face it. Some are not doing the job and are actually hurting wild salmonid populations.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
ODFW Budget Means More Of The Same Lousy Product But At A Higher Price
$32 Million shortfall for the current biennium! Expect a license and tag fee increase and the same old shitty product from ODFW next year. Take note that hatchery programs take 28% of the 2013-2015 budget while Habitat Resources and Conservation takes 4%. This is an agency that is out of control! There are no "Blue ribbon" fishing opportunities in this state anymore. You can bet that not only those of us that live here but out of state anglers and hunters are going to pay dearly to fish and hunt in Oregon from now on.
Here is the breakdown showing the shortfall from the ODFW website.
Here is the breakdown showing the shortfall from the ODFW website.
Hey ODFW,need more revenue? How about closing some inefficient hatcheries? How boating permits, like on the Deschutes, for heavily used rivers? How about a user fee for guides? How about increasing the hatchery steelhead bag limit in order to attract more anglers? HOW ABOUT CLEANING OUT THE DEAD WEIGHT AT ODFW?
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
A Damn Shame!
The above picture is an ODFW truck dumping it's load of broodstock smolt into the Wilson River today. I told the hatchery worker that it was a damn shame those juveniles were not allowed to come out of the gravel like they were meant to do! Broodstock programs are nothing more than bait guide welfare. Too bad a bunch of kids with Powerbait didn't come down and catch a few.
What this truck represents is the progeny of 35 pairs of wild steelhead were made into hatchery garbage! I think it's appropriate that this truck looks like a garbage truck!
The fish that came out of this truck were about 4-6 inches and will now compete and eat the just out of gravel wild salmon and steelhead fry.
Here's to You, Mr. Robinson
Today marks the 67th anniversary of the first time an African-American stepped onto the playing field of a major league ballpark. That man was Jackie Robinson and it's fitting that he is honored as a hero.
The following is an article about this milestone and this man of courage who took that important first step.
By John Donovan - Sports Illustrated
This is not about baseball. Or, rather, it's about so much more than baseball. When Jackie Robinson took America by the collar 60 years ago and shook it for all it was worth, he did it on a baseball field, yes. But why he did it, how he did it, the era in which it took place -- and, of course, that he did it at all -- are infinitely more important than where it happened. Then and now, the act itself was much bigger than the stage. None of us should ever forget that.

Major League Baseball this weekend celebrates Robinson and that history-changing day 60 years ago when he desegregated the national pastime. The impact of Robinson's appearance in that game at Ebbets Field on April 15, 1947, can't be overstated. It was a seminal moment in baseball history -- the first black man playing in the major leagues in the 20th century -- and it cleared the way for thousands of men of color that have played the game since Robinson first took the field for the Brooklyn Dodgers that day.
But, again, that was only part of it. And not the biggest part.
It's often said that baseball is a reflection of society, and in early 1947, that was undoubtedly true. The game, like the country, was just finding its peacetime rhythm after World War II. But in many parts of America, especially in the Jim Crow South, the country was still splintered in "separate but equal" parts -- clearly separate yet anything but equal. That was true of professional baseball, too, with the white major leagues and the less-than-equal Negro Leagues.
So Robinson breaking baseball's color line is more than a simple sports story. It's a story of a society -- American society -- during a critical juncture in its history. Robinson's courageous step wasn't simply about opening the doors to the Major Leagues. It was about opening the doors to America.
This wasn't about baseball reflecting society. This was about baseball showing America how it could be. How it should be.
"This is an explosive event. This is the moon landing for black America," says professor Chris Lamb, who wrote the book Blackout: The Untold Story of Jackie Robinson's First Spring Training. "And a lot of white America was saying 'Hey, what's the big story?' He captured the imagination of a lot of white America. They couldn't ignore it."
Robinson's stoic and heroic handling of the racism he faced as the major's first black ballplayer is legendary. Robinson got a quick taste of it in that first spring training with the Dodgers' minor-league affiliate, the Montreal Royals, a team that trained in segregated Daytona Beach, Fla. There, many teams canceled games against Robinson's Royals, figuring a player who couldn't play couldn't make a major-league team. One team, in DeLand, Fla., cited a problem with lights for calling off a game. A day game.
Robinson was forced to practice on a field in the black part of Daytona Beach, away from the main stadium. Threats were an everyday part of his existence. "He took on Jim Crow in Jim Crow's front yard," Lamb says. "This wasn't Ebbets Field. He went into the deep South, where black people who challenged desegregation were lynched."
When he got to the big leagues as the Dodgers' first baseman, the harassment continued. His Brooklyn teammate, Duke Snider, recalled some of the abuse that he saw Robinson endure. "A lot of runners would come down there and instead of stepping on the bag would step on his foot or his leg," Snider told XM Radio in a recent interview. "The obscenities from the stands and from the opposition's bench were radical. It was terrible. I would hear it and it would embarrass me."
Yet to place Robinson's experiences in a baseball-only context, to describe him as simply a baseball pioneer, is to miss the larger picture. Robinson signed his contract with Dodgers GM Branch Rickey in 1946 -- he was just 27 at the time -- and took his spot at first base in Ebbets Field in 1947.
That was nearly seven years before the Supreme Court, in Brown v. Board of Education, ruled segregation in public schools unconstitutional. It was almost a decade before the Little Rock Nine. It was almost 16 years before a preacher from Atlanta stood in front of hundreds of thousands of marchers in Washington, D.C., on one late August day and told them, "I have a dream!"
Robinson was not simply a baseball pioneer. He was a civil rights pioneer in every sense of the term, suffering though many of the same indignities that others would shoulder five, 10, 15, 20 years later. And, yes, even today.
"It's not that he just broke the color barrier in baseball. He broke the barrier for a lot of people in general," says Ray King, a reliever for the Washington Nationals. "He was Rosa Parks. He was Martin Luther King. He was in the forefront."
Ten years ago, in a tribute to what he meant to the game, baseball retired Robinson's uniform number, 42. This weekend, dozens of players in 15 professional ballparks around the nation -- including every player from the Astros, Brewers, Cardinals, Dodgers, Phillies and Pirates -- will don it for the day in a similar tribute.
The faces of baseball today are hugely different because of Robinson. Though the number of African-American players in the game has fallen from its peak in 1975 -- from 27 percent then to about 9 percent now -- the number of players from Latin America, Asia and other places outside of the United States has increased dramatically. A record 246 players on Opening Day rosters and disabled lists -- about 29 percent -- were born outside the U.S. Nearly half of the players in the minors leagues are not from the U.S.
"I grew up in the '70s, so I don't really know much about Jackie Robinson," said the Braves' Andruw Jones, a native of the Caribbean island of Curacao and the lone Atlanta player who will wear No. 42 on Sunday. "But I know he broke the color barrier, and he gave Latins a chance to get to the major leagues, and a lot of others, too. That's why we're all here."
The front offices in baseball and baseball's central office in New York now have more minorities than ever, too. In Robinson's last comments about the game, before his death in 1972, he urged baseball to hire its first black manager. That finally happened when Frank Robinson was picked to manage the Cleveland Indians three years after Robinson's death. Today, there are two African-Americans managing teams, the Mets' Willie Randolph and the Rangers' Ron Washington.
"I try to tell [my students] about Jackie Robinson, and it's almost like telling them what happened 200 years ago," says Lamb, an assistant professor of communications at the College of Charleston (S.C.). "I think that's why we need to continually remind people about Jackie Robinson.
"Just walking onto the field gave hope to Americans, white and black. He knew what had to be done and did it."
This tody on baseball fields from Boston to Los Angeles, from Atlanta to Seattle, and on other days in other places all over America, that's something worth remembering.
The following is an article about this milestone and this man of courage who took that important first step.
By John Donovan - Sports Illustrated
This is not about baseball. Or, rather, it's about so much more than baseball. When Jackie Robinson took America by the collar 60 years ago and shook it for all it was worth, he did it on a baseball field, yes. But why he did it, how he did it, the era in which it took place -- and, of course, that he did it at all -- are infinitely more important than where it happened. Then and now, the act itself was much bigger than the stage. None of us should ever forget that.
Major League Baseball this weekend celebrates Robinson and that history-changing day 60 years ago when he desegregated the national pastime. The impact of Robinson's appearance in that game at Ebbets Field on April 15, 1947, can't be overstated. It was a seminal moment in baseball history -- the first black man playing in the major leagues in the 20th century -- and it cleared the way for thousands of men of color that have played the game since Robinson first took the field for the Brooklyn Dodgers that day.
But, again, that was only part of it. And not the biggest part.
It's often said that baseball is a reflection of society, and in early 1947, that was undoubtedly true. The game, like the country, was just finding its peacetime rhythm after World War II. But in many parts of America, especially in the Jim Crow South, the country was still splintered in "separate but equal" parts -- clearly separate yet anything but equal. That was true of professional baseball, too, with the white major leagues and the less-than-equal Negro Leagues.
So Robinson breaking baseball's color line is more than a simple sports story. It's a story of a society -- American society -- during a critical juncture in its history. Robinson's courageous step wasn't simply about opening the doors to the Major Leagues. It was about opening the doors to America.
This wasn't about baseball reflecting society. This was about baseball showing America how it could be. How it should be.
"This is an explosive event. This is the moon landing for black America," says professor Chris Lamb, who wrote the book Blackout: The Untold Story of Jackie Robinson's First Spring Training. "And a lot of white America was saying 'Hey, what's the big story?' He captured the imagination of a lot of white America. They couldn't ignore it."
Robinson's stoic and heroic handling of the racism he faced as the major's first black ballplayer is legendary. Robinson got a quick taste of it in that first spring training with the Dodgers' minor-league affiliate, the Montreal Royals, a team that trained in segregated Daytona Beach, Fla. There, many teams canceled games against Robinson's Royals, figuring a player who couldn't play couldn't make a major-league team. One team, in DeLand, Fla., cited a problem with lights for calling off a game. A day game.
Robinson was forced to practice on a field in the black part of Daytona Beach, away from the main stadium. Threats were an everyday part of his existence. "He took on Jim Crow in Jim Crow's front yard," Lamb says. "This wasn't Ebbets Field. He went into the deep South, where black people who challenged desegregation were lynched."
When he got to the big leagues as the Dodgers' first baseman, the harassment continued. His Brooklyn teammate, Duke Snider, recalled some of the abuse that he saw Robinson endure. "A lot of runners would come down there and instead of stepping on the bag would step on his foot or his leg," Snider told XM Radio in a recent interview. "The obscenities from the stands and from the opposition's bench were radical. It was terrible. I would hear it and it would embarrass me."
Yet to place Robinson's experiences in a baseball-only context, to describe him as simply a baseball pioneer, is to miss the larger picture. Robinson signed his contract with Dodgers GM Branch Rickey in 1946 -- he was just 27 at the time -- and took his spot at first base in Ebbets Field in 1947.
That was nearly seven years before the Supreme Court, in Brown v. Board of Education, ruled segregation in public schools unconstitutional. It was almost a decade before the Little Rock Nine. It was almost 16 years before a preacher from Atlanta stood in front of hundreds of thousands of marchers in Washington, D.C., on one late August day and told them, "I have a dream!"
Robinson was not simply a baseball pioneer. He was a civil rights pioneer in every sense of the term, suffering though many of the same indignities that others would shoulder five, 10, 15, 20 years later. And, yes, even today.
"It's not that he just broke the color barrier in baseball. He broke the barrier for a lot of people in general," says Ray King, a reliever for the Washington Nationals. "He was Rosa Parks. He was Martin Luther King. He was in the forefront."
Ten years ago, in a tribute to what he meant to the game, baseball retired Robinson's uniform number, 42. This weekend, dozens of players in 15 professional ballparks around the nation -- including every player from the Astros, Brewers, Cardinals, Dodgers, Phillies and Pirates -- will don it for the day in a similar tribute.
The faces of baseball today are hugely different because of Robinson. Though the number of African-American players in the game has fallen from its peak in 1975 -- from 27 percent then to about 9 percent now -- the number of players from Latin America, Asia and other places outside of the United States has increased dramatically. A record 246 players on Opening Day rosters and disabled lists -- about 29 percent -- were born outside the U.S. Nearly half of the players in the minors leagues are not from the U.S.
"I grew up in the '70s, so I don't really know much about Jackie Robinson," said the Braves' Andruw Jones, a native of the Caribbean island of Curacao and the lone Atlanta player who will wear No. 42 on Sunday. "But I know he broke the color barrier, and he gave Latins a chance to get to the major leagues, and a lot of others, too. That's why we're all here."
The front offices in baseball and baseball's central office in New York now have more minorities than ever, too. In Robinson's last comments about the game, before his death in 1972, he urged baseball to hire its first black manager. That finally happened when Frank Robinson was picked to manage the Cleveland Indians three years after Robinson's death. Today, there are two African-Americans managing teams, the Mets' Willie Randolph and the Rangers' Ron Washington.
"I try to tell [my students] about Jackie Robinson, and it's almost like telling them what happened 200 years ago," says Lamb, an assistant professor of communications at the College of Charleston (S.C.). "I think that's why we need to continually remind people about Jackie Robinson.
"Just walking onto the field gave hope to Americans, white and black. He knew what had to be done and did it."
This tody on baseball fields from Boston to Los Angeles, from Atlanta to Seattle, and on other days in other places all over America, that's something worth remembering.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Join Us On Facebook
Here are a few Facebook groups that are near and dear to me....come and join us
For The Love Of Wild Fish
The Soul of Fly Fishing
The Joy Of (Cutthroat) Trout
The Brotherhood of Fly Fishing
Native Fish Society
Steelhead Manifesto
Just Spey
For The Love Of Wild Fish
The Soul of Fly Fishing
The Joy Of (Cutthroat) Trout
The Brotherhood of Fly Fishing
Native Fish Society
Steelhead Manifesto
Just Spey
Saturday, February 01, 2014
Murphy Must Have Been a Fly Fisherman
He had to be! That can only explain the various things that befall us hapless fly fishers in our never ending quest for fly fishing nirvana.
So here are a few examples of what can go wrong out on the river. Now bear in mind, dear readers, I am not necessarily owning up to anything here...wink wink, but after many years of investigation I've been told that these unfortunate maladies might actually happen to a fly fisherman.

- You are trying to thread a size 18 Pale Blue Dun but you discover that you've glued the eye of the hook and cannot fit your tippet through and the light is fading fast and the fish are rising.
- You have one last dry fly that the fish cannot resist so you what do you do? You drop it in the swiftest or deepest part of the river while tying it on your tippet.
- The cutthroat trout of a lifetime chooses to take your fly after you were too lazy to tie a good knot when attaching the fly to the tippet.
- Your last knotless leader turns into a tangled mess as you remove it from it's package and the trout are on the bite.
- You contemplate the wisdom of leaving your raincoat in the car as you wait out a torrential thunder storm under a tree...four miles from your car.
- The odds of the section of river you are about to wade being one eighth of an inch deeper than the tops of your waders are somewhere in the range of betting on the sun to rise the next day.
- If that log looks too slippery for you to walk on then it probably is!
- Rattlesnakes always seems to choose sun themselves on the exact rock you need to step on when wading a tricky part of the river.
- Why does nature always wait to call after you put your waders on and ready to fish?
- How come the trout wait to rise after you've put your fishing gear away for the day?
- The importance of the gear you forgot at home is in direct correlation to how far you've driven when you realize you've forgotten it. If it's too far to turn around then it's important.
- Why is the hole in your waders only discovered on the coldest day of winter?
- The odds of you casting your fly into a tree on the first cast are in direct proportion to the time you took to tie it.
Like I said friends I've only heard rumors that these things happen.
So here are a few examples of what can go wrong out on the river. Now bear in mind, dear readers, I am not necessarily owning up to anything here...wink wink, but after many years of investigation I've been told that these unfortunate maladies might actually happen to a fly fisherman.

- You are trying to thread a size 18 Pale Blue Dun but you discover that you've glued the eye of the hook and cannot fit your tippet through and the light is fading fast and the fish are rising.
- You have one last dry fly that the fish cannot resist so you what do you do? You drop it in the swiftest or deepest part of the river while tying it on your tippet.
- The cutthroat trout of a lifetime chooses to take your fly after you were too lazy to tie a good knot when attaching the fly to the tippet.
- Your last knotless leader turns into a tangled mess as you remove it from it's package and the trout are on the bite.
- You contemplate the wisdom of leaving your raincoat in the car as you wait out a torrential thunder storm under a tree...four miles from your car.
- The odds of the section of river you are about to wade being one eighth of an inch deeper than the tops of your waders are somewhere in the range of betting on the sun to rise the next day.
- If that log looks too slippery for you to walk on then it probably is!
- Rattlesnakes always seems to choose sun themselves on the exact rock you need to step on when wading a tricky part of the river.
- Why does nature always wait to call after you put your waders on and ready to fish?
- How come the trout wait to rise after you've put your fishing gear away for the day?
- The importance of the gear you forgot at home is in direct correlation to how far you've driven when you realize you've forgotten it. If it's too far to turn around then it's important.
- Why is the hole in your waders only discovered on the coldest day of winter?
- The odds of you casting your fly into a tree on the first cast are in direct proportion to the time you took to tie it.
Like I said friends I've only heard rumors that these things happen.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
The People You Meet on the River
Article Courtesy of Michigan Fly
2. The Exaggerator. This person sees the world through a different set of lenses than any other normal human being. The Exaggerator is a master of embellishing and skewing information in a manner that appeases his ego. Unsolicited stories of enormous or unimaginable numbers of fish being caught roll off his lips and out of his mouth in a fashion that is so believable you question your own abilities as an angler for not being able to match The Exaggerator’s accomplishments. The Exaggerator tends to fish solo and will probably reel it in and call it a day if you were to jump into the water within a distance that he can be viewed. Exaggerators are easy to spot on social media channels – they have pictures of 12″ fish with a caption that reads: “24″ brown, but I lost 3 that were way bigger” Also, The Exaggerator tends to ‘forget’ his camera every time he fishes, and thus is not always able to provide photographic proof of his catch.
3. The Hero. Has larger than life stories that have you in absolute disbelief. The Hero is crafty though, as they tend to have a posse of followers around them that have bought into the campaigning that goes on, the entourage acts to serve as additional credibility. However, you will rarely see The Hero wet a line -as he does not want to risk tarnishing his reputation, when its far easier to talk about how awesome he is. The Hero is typically easy to spot as they tend to refer to everyone as “brah”. Hero’s, when they do fish, almost always fish flies that are so large or so different – or use techniques that are not effective as a means to give themselves a built in excuse, so that way their self built reputation will stay in tact. The Hero will almost without fail comment on all other Hero’s Facebook posts, usually with terms like “sick”, “right on brah”, “boom”, or “I told you that you would get one there”.
4. Super Dave. Super Dave is a term that was coined after meeting an exceptionally nice gentleman by the name of Dave on the water one day. Now, everyone that fits into this particular category is referred to as “Super Dave”. This person is over the top nice and freely offers up accommodation when encountered – even to the extent of ceding their water to you. While Super Dave is the type of person this world needs more of, he will also spend countless hours on the bank behind you talking away about random events in his life that have no correlation to you if allowed to. Super Dave simply enjoys the company on the water, and probably just wants a pal to spend time with. Super Dave is the guy that is on Facebook to put pictures of his friends and kids up – don’t ever message Super Dave on Facebook, you will be engaged in a flurry of messages being sent your way that you feel obligated to respond to because he’s so nice.
5. The Poser. Probably a guy that has just started in the sport and tries so hard to model himself after a combination of Head Nod Guy, The Exaggerator, and Hero. Typically sporting entry level gear ….that is most likely all wrong for the type of species and/or time of the year he is fishing. Upon first encountering The Poser on the water, you might believe that they are the next coming of Lefty Kreh – but further and more in depth conversation reveals that they are inexperienced and rather impressionable. You could probably talk The Poser into fishing dry flies with a sink tip line. The Poser can be spotted on Facebook very easily, although The Poser talks about numbers of giant fish he catches, he posts 8 different pictures of the 1 fish that he actually catches. His somewhat abnormal amount of elation and excitement over 1 relatively average fish expose his inexperience.
6. The Fish Head. Fly box looks like someone firebombed a box of kittens, waders are more aqua seal than they are Gore-tex, hat is faded and has a film on it so thick that the logo is unrecognizable, and he probably is exhibiting at least 1 of several possible addictions (tobacco, Fireball Whisky, cheap beer, etc.). Fish Heads are dudes that spend more time studying the water and trying to figure it out than actually fishing it. They don’t talk, because they know that talk leads to more people figuring out what they spent years figuring out. The Fish Head has a Facebook page, but probably hasn’t updated it in 4 months.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
The Quiet Pool
I want to say that I do not regret anything I've said on this blog over the years and stand by everything I've said here. I would not change a single post on this blog.
The thing is this blog is named "The Quiet Pool" for a reason and I am steering this blog back into the more serene aspects of my life with a fly rod. There are plenty of blogs like Osprey Steelhead News to get pertinent conservation news about what is going on up here in the Pacific Northwest. I will continue to be active in conservation and wild fish issues.
Don't think for a minute that my heart is not still with wild fish because it is and as strong as ever but I think I want this blog to be what it was meant to be.
I hope that in the 7+ years I have written this blog that some of you have benefited from it's content and I hope for your continued support. Remember that the future of our wild, cold water fisheries depend on each of us.
See you on the river friends!
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Please Sign This Petition
Native Fish Society Petition
Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife (ODFW) is out of control and trying to save their ass with this plan.
Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife (ODFW) is out of control and trying to save their ass with this plan.
Friday, January 24, 2014
The Grab!
In Search of the Grab
Click on the link above for a stirring video of steelhead fly fishing with a spey rod.
Click on the link above for a stirring video of steelhead fly fishing with a spey rod.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
I Support
I have made it abundantly clear over the life of this blog what I believe and who I support. I thought that it would simplify things if I just listed them all here. No explanations, just who and what I support
Here goes.....
I support Columbia river native American fishing rights! Yes the famous Boldt decision.
I support closing any hatchery program that is detrimental to native salmonids
I support the banning of all sulfite based bait cures
I support catch and release on all wild salmon,steelhead and trout
I support wild salmonid reserves and refuges
I support mandatory barbless hooks
I support increasing daily limits on hatchery steelhead and salmon
I support fly fishing only areas in certain rivers
I support mandatory retention of all hatchery fish
I support boaters passes, like those on the Deschutes, for certain streams
I support ending all harvest of any wild trout on all rivers
I support closing upper portions of certain rivers to insure protection of spawning wild salmonids
I support an overhaul of Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife
I support ending all angling on chum salmon on the Miami and Kilchis rivers
I support larger riparian zones along coastal rivers
I support the Endangered Species Act
I support and am a member of Native Fish Society
I support and am a member of Wild Steelhead Coalition
I support and am a lifetime member of Trout Unlimited
I support a lead ban
I support marine reserve zones
Here goes.....
I support closing any hatchery program that is detrimental to native salmonids
I support the banning of all sulfite based bait cures
I support catch and release on all wild salmon,steelhead and trout
I support wild salmonid reserves and refuges
I support mandatory barbless hooks
I support increasing daily limits on hatchery steelhead and salmon
I support fly fishing only areas in certain rivers
I support mandatory retention of all hatchery fish
I support boaters passes, like those on the Deschutes, for certain streams
I support ending all harvest of any wild trout on all rivers
I support closing upper portions of certain rivers to insure protection of spawning wild salmonids
I support an overhaul of Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife
I support ending all angling on chum salmon on the Miami and Kilchis rivers
I support larger riparian zones along coastal rivers
I support the Endangered Species Act
I support and am a member of Native Fish Society
I support and am a member of Wild Steelhead Coalition
I support and am a lifetime member of Trout Unlimited
I support a lead ban
I support marine reserve zones
Sunday, January 05, 2014
A Great Blog!!!!
The owner of Cutthroats Galore, Leonard Steves, is a man after my own heart.
Please check it out.
Photo courtesy of cutthroats galore
Please check it out.
Photo courtesy of cutthroats galore
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Anything For A Buck?
Okay so let me see if I got this right. Anglers face the ever expanding crowds on their favorite steelhead streams.
There are not enough fish for the amount of people pursuing the. Boorish behavior by boaters, guides and bank fishermen is ever increasing. Illegal behavior among so called sports fishermen is also increasing with litter, vehicle break-ins and trespassing.
Simply put our fishing resource in the Pacific Northwest is dwindling while the fishing population is increasing.
So what do we do? Hmmmmmm....what do we do ??????
I can tell you what Scott Pence of Central Oregon did! Scott decided, like so many other opportunistic folks in the region, to cash in on fishing Tillamook county.
Mr.Pence claims his book is a highly detailed http://www.oregonsteelheading.com/
"How To and Where To" Yes all of you Nestucca,Wilson and Trask river lovers! Scott has decided to invite a few thousand anglers to your favorite drift or run on the famous (too famous) Tillamook county steelhead streams.
Wonder if Scott Pence is going to give anything back to the resource he has decided to make a few bucks off of.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Seagull versus Mink
Low water and bright sunshine made the fishing slow to non-existent on the third to last day of the coastal trout season.We fished all those "sure thing" holes but to no avail. We decided to try one last place on the Trask river near Tillamook to see if we fared any better. When we parked and... got down to the river we immediately saw a seagull all tangled up in fishing line with a spinner in it's beak/mouth left by some uncaring fishing slob. The poor bird was in obvious distress and would not have survived much longer. I waded out to almost the top of my waders in hopes of some how freeing the gull. I could not get close enough to reach the bird so my fishing buddy Tom gave it a try. He managed to cast his fly line and snag the monofiliment the the bird was trapped with. Long story short he was successful in freeing the gull who went up on shore to gather it's strength I assume.
We were watching the gull in the brush when I noticed a mink was slinking along the shore making it's way towards the seagull. I figured that the large gull was too big for the mink to try to make a meal out of but I was wrong. The mink attacked the weakened gull and had it in a death grip! They thrashed around in the shallows until the gull escaped the teeth of the little predator and floated down river apparently unable to fly. The gull may have ended up as a meal for other coastal predators but through the adroit and skilled casting of Tom it at least didn't become the mink's dinner that night.
It is great seeing nature in action even if that action was brought about because of slobs who think nothing about leaving line all over the river bank. There certainly is no shortage of seagulls near the coast but to see one suffering like that is not pleasant. Just another reason to be good stewards and leave the river as we find it.
Great save by my pal Tom who now stands supreme in seagull lore.
We were watching the gull in the brush when I noticed a mink was slinking along the shore making it's way towards the seagull. I figured that the large gull was too big for the mink to try to make a meal out of but I was wrong. The mink attacked the weakened gull and had it in a death grip! They thrashed around in the shallows until the gull escaped the teeth of the little predator and floated down river apparently unable to fly. The gull may have ended up as a meal for other coastal predators but through the adroit and skilled casting of Tom it at least didn't become the mink's dinner that night.
It is great seeing nature in action even if that action was brought about because of slobs who think nothing about leaving line all over the river bank. There certainly is no shortage of seagulls near the coast but to see one suffering like that is not pleasant. Just another reason to be good stewards and leave the river as we find it.
Great save by my pal Tom who now stands supreme in seagull lore.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Sports Fishermen Are Spoiled
Do I mean what I am saying in the title of this entry? Hell yes I do and here is why.
Sports anglers are the most greedy, ignorant,lazy ,spoiled and self serving group of people that there is in the outdoor pursuits ! Every day on internet these greedy assholes whine about the fish they are not getting. It's always something or someone else's fault. It's the gill nets,it's the tribes, it's the sea lions/cormorants, it's the Canadians/Alaskans/Japanese. It's just endless finger pointing and cop outs.
Remember how the CCA was going to ride in and save the day? Didn't happen did it? Sports fisherman thought that the CCA was going to get them a more fish and shut down the gill nets and now these selfish slobs are disenchanted. Same thing happened with Northwest Steelheaders when they didn't come through. So who is going to be the next group that rides to the rescue so you(we) can get a larger slice of the allocation pie. Like the spoiled children that they (we) are they didn't get their way and now are going to hold their breath until they turn blue. They piss and moan because they have to use barbless hooks or non-sulfite bait cures because it maybe just might help wild fish.
The new culprit is Native Fish Society or any conservation group who actually looks at the big picture. These conservation groups are now the target of these spoiled pricks and no matter how much the facts are presented they refuse to believe them. Sounds like a bunch of republicans doesn't it? Well it just so happens many of them are.
When the last wild salmon or steelhead is gone for good who is going to be blamed? The myriad of scape goats I listed earlier or the real culprit and just who is that real culprit? The assholes who bitch and cry on the internet that's who. The guys that don't do shit that's who. Doesn't matter if they (we) fish with conventional or fly gear either because every so called sports fisherman who sits on the sidelines is to blame.
So I hope this blog entry makes the rounds of Facebook and it pisses you off to the point that you continue to try to spam this blog like someone has been doing for over 6 months now and generally ridicule my message because the truth hurts.
The last few weeks has shown me just how much this blog and my opinions pisses people off and I don't really understand why except that maybe just maybe there is a bit of truth in what I'm saying?
Take a look in the mirror fellas because YOU are the problem! You have no one to blame but yourself and you will not educate yourself as to what is fact and what is not. Native Fish Society is not the enemy....YOU ARE!
Monday, September 09, 2013
So Long Pete
Good friend and fishing buddy Pete Priepke passed away on September 2nd after a long battle with cancer. Pete was the one that got me interested in coastal cutthroat trout and he is also the one who tied his own special version of the Reverse Spider that is now very popular with many cutthroat trout fly fishers.
Pete was a mainstay at River City Fly Shop `for many years and could always be counted on to give advice and direction to new fly fishermen who came into the shop. Pete was also the longtime president of Washington County Fly Fishers.
So long old friend! I am going to miss you
Monday, August 12, 2013
Saving Oregon’s Sandy River
Saving Oregon’s Sandy River
You can read all the blustering on the internet about how angling opportunity being taken away and judge for yourselves who makes a more compelling argument.
Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Are You An Expert Fly Fisherman?

I was recently reading one of the more popular northwest fishing forums where the topic of discussion was "What makes a good fisherman".
Well as you might guess it quickly deteroriated in the typical testosterone charged chest pounding debate that this question always seems to incite.
So what does make one an expert fly angler?

I suppose catching a lot of fish might be a big determining factor. After all we "hunter-gatherers" need to kill something in order to prove our worth don't we?
While we fly fishers mostly release our catch but it is still a numbers game isn't it?
Then there is casting proficiency. That certainly must be the mark of an expert fly angler right? Well I'll tell you folks something. I can single hand cast quite well and if that were the mark of an expert fly fisher then I certainly would qualify wouldn't I? Hardly!
I firmly believe and expert fly fisherman is one who is contented at where his angling life has taken him or her.

Sure it's nice to catch a fish now and again and those magic days of big or numerous fish are certainly nice. It's also great to be able to lay out a nice cast and see every thing fall into place perfectly as your dry kisses the surface so delicately that the trout must certainly be in awe of your casting mastery much like a music lover would appreciate a maestro expertly conducting an orchestra.
I also think that an expert fly angler is one who loves the fish and the river. He cares deeply about them and is hurts when they are hurt and misused.

It's not a matter of how skilled you are that makes you an expert in this piscatorial pursuit of ours. It's a matter of where you are in your fly fishing journey that really matters. So if you catch a lot of fish well good for you! Maybe you can turn me on to a few of your best fishing spots!
If you have dozens of pictures of you holding up fish with your fly rod clinched in your teeth then bravo!
I can only speak for myself but I am much more impressed at someone who sacrifices for his resource...that is an expert in my eyes!
Monday, July 29, 2013
Lost Heritage
As I travel east on I-84 on my many journeys to the Deschutes I of course pass by the freeway sign for Celilo village. It's pretty easy to just speed on by and not really consider what was lost over fifty years ago and many people are oblivious to what took place there for perhaps tens of thousands of years prior. An important part of the heritage of the Columbia river tribes died that day over fifty years with the completion of The Dalles dam. Gone are the platforms from which native Americans dipped into the raging Columbia for salmon. Salmon played a huge part in the culture and daily life of the Columbia tribes and still do today. A lot of their rituals and ancient religion revolve around the returning salmon runs although dwindling salmon runs have taken a huge piece of that away.
I cannot begin to fathom what the native Americans endured due to white mans greed and ambition and I suppose it's easier to just act like it never happened but the fact remains that these ancient people and other indigenous people throughout North America suffered greatly and it's a debt that can never be repaid. The bottom line for me is that I, unlike so many of my fishing brethren,do not begrudge these tribes their share of salmon. At the expense of lost friendships I support the native tribal fisheries of the upper Columbia. Are native fish being harvested in the non-selective tribal gillnets of the Columbia? Yes they are BUT when it compares to what the commercial netters of the lower Columbia and what greedy so called sports anglers kill then I think what the native Americans take is far less. These bogus conservation groups with their fake lofty goals of "Saving the Fish" is a smokescreen and a ruse to get more fish for themselves. Native tribes of the northwest got screwed plain and simple...end of story!
So next time you travel eastward on I-84 take a minute to think about what is at stake if we continue to use up and plunder the natural resources that we take for granted.
Here is an article by Elizabeth Woody on the passing of Celilo Falls
Along the mid-Columbia River ninety miles east of Portland, Oregon, stand Celilo Indian Village and Celilo Park. Beside the eastbound lanes of Interstate 84 are a peaked-roof longhouse and a large metal building. The houses in the village are older, and easy to overlook. You can sometimes see nets and boats beside the homes, though some houses are empty. By comparison, the park is frequently filled with lively and colorful wind surfers. Submerged beneath the shimmering surface of the river lies Celilo Falls, or Wyam.
Wyam means "Echo of Falling Water" or "Sound of Water upon the Rocks." Located on the fourth-largest North American waterway, it was one of the most significant fisheries of the Columbia River system. In recent decades the greatest irreversible change occurred in the middle Columbia as the Celilo site was inundated by The Dalles Dam on March 10, 1957. The tribal people who gathered there did not believe it possible.
Historically, the Wyampum lived at Wyam for over twelve thousand years. Estimates vary, but Wyam is among the longest continuously inhabited communities in North America. The elders tell us we have been here from time immemorial.
Today we know Celilo Falls as more than a lost landmark. It was a place as revered as one's own mother. The story of Wyam's life is the story of the salmon, and of my own ancestry. I live with the forty-two year absence and silence of Celilo Falls, much as an orphan lives hearing of the kindness and greatness of his or her mother.
The original locations of my ancestral villages on the N'ch-iwana (Columbia River) are Celilo Village and the Wishram village that nestled below the petroglyph, She-Who-Watches or Tsagaglallal. My grandmother, Elizabeth Thompson Pitt (Mohalla), was a Wyampum descendent and a Tygh woman. My grandfather, Lewis Pitt (Wa Soox Site), was a Wasco, Wishram, and Watlala man. But my own connections to Celilo Falls are tenuous at best. I was born two years after Celilo drowned in the backwaters of The Dalles Dam.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
The Dozen Best Fly Rods of All Time - Trout Underground
photo courtesy of the Trout Underground
I am going to post about......wait for it......FLY FISHING!!!!!!
To start things out I thought I would link a post from the "Trout Underground" blog so enjoy!
The Trout Underground picks the 12 best fly rods of all time
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Do You Trust ODFW To Do the Right Thing Here? I Don't!!!!
Linked letter from Native Fish Society and Steamboaters to Oregon Gov.Kitzhaber concerning Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife's plan for salmonid populations on the coast of Oregon.
Letter to Governor Kitzhaber re: Coastal Multi-Species Conservation and Management Plan
Letter to Governor Kitzhaber re: Coastal Multi-Species Conservation and Management Plan
Saturday, July 06, 2013
From Trout Unlimited in Oregon - Suction Mining
Tom Wolf is our TU representative here in Oregon.
Motorized Suction Mining in Oregon
Friday, June 21, 2013
Damn Science Anyway...I Hate It!!!
If the science does not agree with your thinking then by all means ignore it, discount it or just out right hate it. Never has this been more evident than in the debate about wild fish.
The links below are to studies about the interaction of hatchery and wild salmonids. So say it's all bullshit if you want but until you come up with more than the typical "there are no true wild fish" and crap like that then how about just shutting the fuck up?

Ecological interactions between wild and hatchery salmonids: an introduction to the special issue
Mechanisms influencing competition between hatchery and wild juvenile anadromous Pacific salmonids in fresh water and their relative competitive abilities
Predation by hatchery yearling salmonids on wild subyearling salmonids in the freshwater environment: A review of studies, two case histories, and implications for management
Risk management of non-target fish taxa in the Yakima River Watershed associated with hatchery salmon supplementation
Ecological risk assessment of multiple hatchery programs in the upper Columbia watershed using Delphi and modeling approaches
Lack of trophic competition among wild and hatchery juvenile chum salmon during early marine residence in Taku Inlet, Southeast Alaska
Spatial and trophic overlap of marked and unmarked Columbia River Basin spring Chinook salmon during early marine residence with implications for competition between hatchery and naturally produced fish
Wild chinook salmon survive better than hatchery salmon in a period of poor production
Evidence for competition at sea between Norton Sound chum salmon and Asian hatchery chum salmon
Perspectives on wild and hatchery salmon interactions at sea, potential climate effects on Japanese chum salmon, and the need for sustainable salmon fishery management reform in Japan
Wild and hatchery reproduction of pink and chum salmon and their catches in the Sakhalin-Kuril region, Russia
Some consequences of Pacific salmon hatchery production in Kamchatka: changes in age structure and contributions to natural spawning populations
Breeding success of four male life history types of spring Chinook Salmon spawning in an artificial stream
Rapid expansion of an enhanced stock of chum salmon and its impacts on wild population components
Genetic differentiation between collections of hatchery and wild masu salmon (Oncorhynchus masou) inferred from mitochondrial and microsatellite DNA analyses
Overview of salmon stock enhancement in southeast Alaska and compatibility with maintenance of hatchery and wild stocks
Strategies for reducing the ecological risks of hatchery programs: Case studies from the Pacific Northwest
An overview of salmon enhancement and the need to manage and monitor natural spawning in Hokkaido, Japan
Understanding the adaptive consequences of hatchery-wild interactions in Alaska salmon
Ecological interactions between wild and hatchery salmonids and key recommendations for research and management actions in selected regions of the North Pacific
There are a lot more studies out there....this is just a sample. The difference between our agenda (pro-wild fish) and the hatchery lovers is a matter of selfishness. We have no interest if what we can get out of the deal except to save wild fish. We want wild salmon and steelhead to be in our streams for future generations. The hatchery crew wants fish to kill period. They are not interested in a workable compromise that would save wild fish for the future while providing a harvestable product for the dinner table. I like to harvest a salmon or steelhead of hatchery origin for the exact same reason as I am sure most of your do. The things is I am not about to compromise the well being of wild salmon and steelhead to do so.
The links below are to studies about the interaction of hatchery and wild salmonids. So say it's all bullshit if you want but until you come up with more than the typical "there are no true wild fish" and crap like that then how about just shutting the fuck up?

Ecological interactions between wild and hatchery salmonids: an introduction to the special issue
Mechanisms influencing competition between hatchery and wild juvenile anadromous Pacific salmonids in fresh water and their relative competitive abilities
Predation by hatchery yearling salmonids on wild subyearling salmonids in the freshwater environment: A review of studies, two case histories, and implications for management
Risk management of non-target fish taxa in the Yakima River Watershed associated with hatchery salmon supplementation
Ecological risk assessment of multiple hatchery programs in the upper Columbia watershed using Delphi and modeling approaches
Lack of trophic competition among wild and hatchery juvenile chum salmon during early marine residence in Taku Inlet, Southeast Alaska
Spatial and trophic overlap of marked and unmarked Columbia River Basin spring Chinook salmon during early marine residence with implications for competition between hatchery and naturally produced fish
Wild chinook salmon survive better than hatchery salmon in a period of poor production
Evidence for competition at sea between Norton Sound chum salmon and Asian hatchery chum salmon
Perspectives on wild and hatchery salmon interactions at sea, potential climate effects on Japanese chum salmon, and the need for sustainable salmon fishery management reform in Japan
Wild and hatchery reproduction of pink and chum salmon and their catches in the Sakhalin-Kuril region, Russia
Some consequences of Pacific salmon hatchery production in Kamchatka: changes in age structure and contributions to natural spawning populations
Breeding success of four male life history types of spring Chinook Salmon spawning in an artificial stream
Rapid expansion of an enhanced stock of chum salmon and its impacts on wild population components
Genetic differentiation between collections of hatchery and wild masu salmon (Oncorhynchus masou) inferred from mitochondrial and microsatellite DNA analyses
Overview of salmon stock enhancement in southeast Alaska and compatibility with maintenance of hatchery and wild stocks
Strategies for reducing the ecological risks of hatchery programs: Case studies from the Pacific Northwest
An overview of salmon enhancement and the need to manage and monitor natural spawning in Hokkaido, Japan
Understanding the adaptive consequences of hatchery-wild interactions in Alaska salmon
Ecological interactions between wild and hatchery salmonids and key recommendations for research and management actions in selected regions of the North Pacific
There are a lot more studies out there....this is just a sample. The difference between our agenda (pro-wild fish) and the hatchery lovers is a matter of selfishness. We have no interest if what we can get out of the deal except to save wild fish. We want wild salmon and steelhead to be in our streams for future generations. The hatchery crew wants fish to kill period. They are not interested in a workable compromise that would save wild fish for the future while providing a harvestable product for the dinner table. I like to harvest a salmon or steelhead of hatchery origin for the exact same reason as I am sure most of your do. The things is I am not about to compromise the well being of wild salmon and steelhead to do so.
Native Fish Society Working For Wild Steelhead On Salmonberry River
Just one question to the lynch mob on ifish who hate NFS. What have YOU done for your local stream? Huh? C'mon big mouths.
So typical of the anti-conservation crowds to bad mouth the good works that a group does and spread lies about them....no wonder they are mostly republicans!!!
Salmonberry River Marcroinvertebrate Monitoring Report
So typical of the anti-conservation crowds to bad mouth the good works that a group does and spread lies about them....no wonder they are mostly republicans!!!
Salmonberry River Marcroinvertebrate Monitoring Report
Friday, May 24, 2013
A Wrong Never Righted - The Death of Celilo Falls
As I travel east on I-84 on my many journeys to the Deschutes I of course pass by the freeway sign for Celilo village. It's pretty easy to just speed on by and not really consider what was lost over fifty years ago and many people are oblivious to what took place there for perhaps tens of thousands of years prior. An important part of the heritage of the Columbia river tribes died that day over fifty years with the completion of The Dalles dam. Gone are the platforms from which native Americans dipped into the raging Columbia for salmon. Salmon played a huge part in the culture and daily life of the Columbia tribes and the still do today. A lot of their rituals and ancient religion revolve around the returning salmon runs although dwindling salmon runs have taken a huge piece of that away.
I cannot begin to fathom what the native Americans endured due to the white mans greed and ambition and I suppose it's easier to just act like it never happened.The fact remains that the ancient people throughout North America suffered greatly and it's a debt that can never be repaid. The bottom line for me is that I, unlike so many of my fishing brethren who begrudge these tribes their share of salmon. I do not! At the expense of lost friendships I support the native fisheries of the upper Columbia. Are native fish being harvested in the non-selective tribal gillnets of the Columbia? Yes they are BUT when it compares to what the commercial netters of the lower Columbia and what greedy so called sports anglers kill then I think what the native Americans take is far less. These bogus conservation groups with their fake lofty goals of "Saving the Fish" is a smokescreen and a ruse to get more fish for themselves. Native tribes of the northwest got screwed plain and simple...end of story!
So next time you speed eastward on I-84 take a minute to think about what is at stake if we continue to use up and plunder the natural resources that we take for granted.
Here is an article by Elizabeth Woody on the passing of Celilo Falls
Along the mid-Columbia River ninety miles east of Portland, Oregon, stand Celilo Indian Village and Celilo Park. Beside the eastbound lanes of Interstate 84 are a peaked-roof longhouse and a large metal building. The houses in the village are older, and easy to overlook. You can sometimes see nets and boats beside the homes, though some houses are empty. By comparison, the park is frequently filled with lively and colorful wind surfers. Submerged beneath the shimmering surface of the river lies Celilo Falls, or Wyam.
Wyam means "Echo of Falling Water" or "Sound of Water upon the Rocks." Located on the fourth-largest North American waterway, it was one of the most significant fisheries of the Columbia River system. In recent decades the greatest irreversible change occurred in the middle Columbia as the Celilo site was inundated by The Dalles Dam on March 10, 1957. The tribal people who gathered there did not believe it possible.
Historically, the Wyampum lived at Wyam for over twelve thousand years. Estimates vary, but Wyam is among the longest continuously inhabited communities in North America. The elders tell us we have been here from time immemorial.
Today we know Celilo Falls as more than a lost landmark. It was a place as revered as one's own mother. The story of Wyam's life is the story of the salmon, and of my own ancestry. I live with the forty-two year absence and silence of Celilo Falls, much as an orphan lives hearing of the kindness and greatness of his or her mother.
The original locations of my ancestral villages on the N'ch-iwana (Columbia River) are Celilo Village and the Wishram village that nestled below the petroglyph, She-Who-Watches or Tsagaglallal. My grandmother, Elizabeth Thompson Pitt (Mohalla), was a Wyampum descendent and a Tygh woman. My grandfather, Lewis Pitt (Wa Soox Site), was a Wasco, Wishram, and Watlala man. But my own connections to Celilo Falls are tenuous at best. I was born two years after Celilo drowned in the backwaters of The Dalles Dam.
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