Unvarnished? This is just to say that this recap shows the whole picture, in about the real way the season unfolded for me in 2012. Sure, I understand that salmon season isn’t really complete yet, but it feels like it to me, already, and I’m just not sure how much more oooomph I have in my reserve tank to continue smacking myself in the head with a 2 x 4.
Unglamorous? Mostly, people show the best of the best in their photo journals. I know that I have often tried to do that in the past. Hundreds of days will be compressed into a half dozen images, making it seem that this thing we call fly fishing for salmon in Oregon is a gloriously vivid, breathtakingingly beautiful pursuit.
Not that it isn’t – beautiful – because it is. But sometimes the beauty is not the stuff of coffee table books. Sometimes energy fails, fish do not cooperate, cameras malfunction (too much saltwater in the dang thing), the sun is too bright, the rain too intense, and the background exceedingly un-photogenic.
No matter. Fishing for salmon here on the Oregon coast is a gamble at best. Any great day could be followed by a day bereft of salmon. Any day when fish seem non-existant could be followed by a day when they seem plentiful. Fish present are not always on the prowl for a fly to eat, and a thousand casts just might – or might not produce a single grab.
My enthusiasm for photography has been at a low point this season, for all the reasons noted above. But a few images do chronicle the flavor of the year to date. I invite you to browse these unglamorous shots and hope you will find a few that strike a chord of recognition, be you a salmon fisher or not – because these are the stuff of any fishing pursuit, anywhere we pursue any fish we love.
JN, November 2012