Rockfish steal the show!

We have had verified tuna reports and both Coho and Chinook season is open, but it is still a little early and we are waiting for the big push of all creatures finned and pelagic.

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A couple nice fly rod rockfish!

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Intimate moments…

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Ling a Ding (Released-thank you Travis!)

That being said the reef critters are still happy to give us a tug to fill the void while we dream of blue water. Check out some of the recent photos from our trips and stay tuned… the warm water is here!

-NS

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Middle Fork of the Willamette Report

Fly Fishing The Middle Fork of the Willamette

The Middle Fork of the Willamette has been fishing really well the past couple of weeks and has really dropped into “wadable” shape recently. Hopper Dropper set up’s with a Golden Stone Adult sizes 6-10 and a Tungsten Ice Prince or Possie Bugger sizes 10 and 12 worked very well today. Smatterings of Pale Morning Duns, Green Drakes and small brown Caddis were also present.–CD

Middle Fork Rainbow

Middle Fork Rainbow

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Fly Fishing for Spring Chinook in Oregon . . .

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Those of us crazy enough to do this –silly pursuit – understand that we are doing far more than simply trying to catch an actual spring Chinook on a fly. Yes it can be done. Yes some people know how. Yes some people do it by accident. Yes, one can catch far more of these mystical fish on bait, spinners, flatfish, and dynamite and gill nets.

Who cares?

This is a pursuit of God, whatever this means to each of us. Tapping into the life force of the universe. For a few, it is about the most delicious salmon in Oregon. For these few, the pursuit is about food. Bah. They may say it is so, but I find this difficult to believe. They may be thinking about food but I think they are feeding their souls.

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Humm. Empty boat ramp. Does everyone else know where the fish are?

Twenty days on the water. The days are long in May and June. Miles logged. Motels. Junk food. Obsessions over fly lines, leaders, backing, flies. Broken sleep. Broken rods. Broken fly lines. Notes scribbled on napkins. Work calls answered in between casts and rain squalls. Review anchor points while drifting off to sleep. Tide tables. Moon phases. Log on the internet to check river flows. More junk food. Evidence that people do, indeed, smoke in no-smoking rooms. Coffee at the Blue Kiosk. Need more leaders. Should I go with 8-pound, or will the 10# be ok? I eye the smelly jelly on the shelf at Tillamook sporting Goods and am tempted by the ramen-tuna-espresso-anchovy-carp flavor – but I decline.

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One minute it is hot and sunny.

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Then hail and howling wind.

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Rarely, it’s just right.

Tillamook Bay tidewater ain’t the Skeena. This is messy, dirty, musty, cow-poop water. Nostrils soak in the scent of rich anaerobic sludge. Boots sink up to shins in goop that threatens to drag you under. Sand bars may be found, places to get out and take a live-fish photo, but these are few in number. Mostly, getting out of the boat means calling for the Coast Guard Rescue Squad.

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My family is always with me.

Oregon is not the pristine wild of Alaska or Russia – but I love this place. These are my home waters.

And the Springers, my-oh-my, the Springers.

Purple backed.

Snow bellied.

Long tailed sea lice.

Savage swirls at the head of the hole.

Graceful, slo-mo, head-to-tail rolls. I watched three spring Chinook porpoise as a school cruised into a hole last week – nose, dorsal, tail rolls. Silent. So sleek and slow that the water simply allowed them to slide through without making so much as the slightest ripple.

Chucked my best fly in their path, I did. No answer. It was as if I had imagined the whole scene. No evidence that three Springers had shown themselves moments before.

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If you are good, diligent, and lucky as heck, you might catch a spring Chinook in a season. As far as I’m concerned, this is a gift from the living universe. I have gone full seasons without a single Springer, and still felt honored to have known that I was with the salmon.

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Rarely………

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So it goes.

JN

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Simms Today

Please join us at the shop, today, from 11:00am to 2:00pm, our Simms Representative, Eric Neufeld will be in the shop. Eric has had extensive fly fishing experience as a guide in Southwest Alaska and during our winter months worked in Southern Chile.

Simms is well known for it’s waders, but, has many other fine products such as rain jackets, hats, vests, bags, packs and gloves. Eric will have some “freebies” to give away and answer all questions about Simms Products in our shop. Please join us from 11-2. Thanks!
LV

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That’s Our Nick!

Last night I fried up a heaping pile of fresh rockfish fillets for a fish-taco feed. Captain Nate was prepping for his first off-shore salmon trip of the season, while his brother Matt and roomie Nick cheered me on in the kitchen. I hadn’t seen Nick in a couple of weeks, and I asked what he’d been up to.

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“Man, I just got back from the National Championships in Iowa,” he said. “Only got a couple of hours of sleep last night–caught a red-eye home at two in the morning.”

“No kidding?” I said, clueless as usual. “How’d that go?”

“I won it,” he said confidently, “third time in a row.”

When I see Nick, he’s either fishing or lounging on the leather sofa. Or grubbin’ on the latest ocean catch from the salty Ventura (Nate’s floating office). I’m sure Nick trains a lot, but that’s not the Nick I see. He loves to talk fish and fishing, which are obviously among his greatest passions. His house is within spitting distance of the town run, and he can be fishing for trout or steelhead in minutes.

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After dinner, Nick rolled the video of his championship race. He prepared us for some of the lame commentary that we would hear from the announcers. “The reporters don’t like how I run.” He explained. “But I tell them that it’s my style. It’s a strategy. And it works for me.”

Nick’s event is the 800-meter. That’s two trips around a track. The runners move fast from beginning to end in the 800m, practically leaping with each stride. Nick is not a big guy, and some of his competitors seem gigantic in comparison. From the start, Nick takes it easy. He hangs at the back of the pack, in perfect control, for the entire first lap. The commentators are used to this, and can’t help but say things like, “And there’s Nick Symmonds, holding right where we expect him.”

“Yeah, dead last!” Nate quips. Nate has a funny laugh, similar to squawk of an excited sea bird, which adds to the tension. I can’t imagine how Nick will pull this off, even though I already know he’s going to win.

Then it happens: Nick pulls to fifth place halfway through the second lap. The announcers are still busy jabbering about the first three runners, pontificating as to who will break away. As the runners go into the final corner, Nick hits the turbo boosters and burns around everybody. He’s in the lead as he hits the home stretch, then leaves them in the dust, gaining a full second lead over his nearest challenger. The intensity on Nick’s face as he crosses the finish line is harrowing. This is serious business, and Nick was obviously born for it.

Back in Eugene, our little living-room crowd went wild, caught up in the astonishing power of that final dash. Nick blushed slightly, and thanked us for our praise. It was a strange juxtaposition, our casual bachelor-dinner-party contrasting the high energy of the USA Outdoor Track and Field Championships. We all felt transported, and utterly awed by what we had just witnessed.

The last rockfish fillet disappeared and our company split up to our respective homes. As I drove the short way back to Oakway, my heart was still racing.

-RR

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Simms Day!

Hey, on Wednesday, June 30 from 11:00am to 2:00pm, our Simms Representative, Eric Neufeld will be in the shop! Eric has had extensive fly fishing experience as a guide in Southwest Alaska and during our winter months worked in Southern Chile.

Simms is well known for it’s waders, but, has many other fine products such as rain jackets, hats, vests, bags, packs and gloves. Eric will have some “freebies” to give away and answer all questions about Simms Products in our shop. Please join us on Wednesday, June 30 from 11-2.
LV

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Tangling with Coastal Spring Chinook

Tillamook County dished out some super-mega-chromers last weekend.

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My buddy Mariusz finally got to tangle with a coastal springer, after a couple of fishless attempts in past years. Just look at all those long-tailed sea lice! Tillamook’s rivers were still high enough for easy boating, and clearing up nicely. We shared the water with a lot of other anglers, and most everybody had a fish story to tell. The Wilson, Trask and Nestucca will continue to offer supreme chromeness for at least two more weeks. Summer steelhead are now present in large enough numbers to support swinging flies on dry lines. And the Pelican Brewery has a new summer ale that goes perfectly with Dory-caught fish and chips. Life is good…Happy Summer! -RR

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Rob Russell chromeness

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McKenzie River Fishing well Top to Bottom

Fly Fishing near Eugene on the lower McKenzie has been excellent of late. The water has dropped into shape nicely and a variety of tactics have been catching fish. Nymphing, swinging wets, and fishing Pale Morning Duns, Green Drakes, Green Caddis, Brown Caddis and Little Yellow Stones on the surface has been very productive. The Upper McKenzie has also been fishing well especially when temperatures get near 70 degrees. Brown Caddis, Green Drakes, Golden Stones, Possie Buggers, Tungsten Ice Princes, and Little Yellow Stones for the upper McKenzie. We are heading into some fantastic fishing weather over the next week. Seventy degrees and cloudy, just perfect.

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Mr. Rainbow

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Mr. Bull Trout

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Very cool! The Possie Bugger catches Bull Trout too!

Very disappointed we didn’t get a shot of some of those beautiful “golden wigglers” Mr. Whitey just wouldn’t sit still long enough to get photographed. Could have been a “McKenzie Slam” of sorts.–CD

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Summer Steelhead Flies Coming to a Theater near you!

Despite the wet beyond most of our rememberenantial capabilities, which are admittedly waning as the seasons pass by, the summer steelhead are piling up, as I write, and as you read these sage words. Yes.

As of June 11, there were about 16,000 summers over Willamette Falls. Close to 3,000 summer steelhead have reached Foster Dam on the South Santiam and over 4,000 have been recycled downstream to Pleasant Valley or Waterloo Park. Some of these fish have made the truck ride and zipped back to the Dam more than once. Several-hundred summer steelhead had passed Winchester Dam on the North Umpqua by mid-May.

OOhhhhh. It’s gonna be a fine summer steelhead season, and we know that a bunch of you local guys and gals have been swimming your flies in the high waters already, with steady and increasing success.

In preparation for the dropping and clearing flows, out of greatest respect for the summer steelhead season that will develop before ya know it on the North Umpqua, Deschutes, Clackamas, Siletz, Rogue, Klamath, and San Joaquin rivers – Chris and I have shot (and I do mean shot) videos of 40 (count ‘em) summer steelhead flies. These are all highly original and super effective flies virtually guaranteed to catch boatloads of summer steelhead. I know this to be true because each and every one of them is a completely original pattern developed by me myself in all humbleness and sincerity.

Summer Steelhead Flies

Summer Steelhead Flies

Summer Steelhead Flies

This is true even for the flies that look suspiciously like a Green Butt Skunk without a tail or a Purple Peril without a tail and a wing.

Here’s the deal. Five basic fly styles. Nine flies each in four styles, plus four flies in the final series. You do the math. Forty of the nicest summer steelhead flies you will see come out of my vice (or is it vise?) for fly fishing.

There will be the Summer Boss Series, the Chenille Series, the Zowie Dub Series, the Baby Boss Series, and the Mini-flat-braid Series. Chris and Nate egged me on and fed me coffee intravenously to keep the time per fly at around 3 minutes. I made all sorts of blunders while shooting the videos, most of which will stay in just for realism.

We all had fun. Check out a few shots of the flies, to whet your appetite. Chris has a Tarpon trip and a few days guiding that will cause all of us to wait, patiently, for the videos to post. That said, get your heads into summer steelhead gear and be prepared to have fun with these patterns soon.

JN

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Nicholas’ Fly Fishing Glossary: Sneaky Pete

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Some of you may have heard of Sneaky Pete.

Google searches are attempting to locate this character.

MyLife is sending Spam emails to Sneaky in order to steal his security codes for the restroom at Starbucks.

Well folks, here is a little story about Sneaky Pete. You may know the fella. He is not me. I am not him. Really.

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Q: Sneaky Pete

A: Rob Russell calls Sneaky Pete during salmon season. this could be any month of the year except Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day, which are off-limits to salmon fishing. The conversation usually develops along these lines. Rob: whtchyabeenupto, Sneaky Pete?

Silence.

Rob laughs.

Sneaky Pete laughs, Rob laughs, and then SP spills his guts.

Then Sneaky swears Rob to secrecy.

Sneaky Pete and Rob conclude the phone call.

Sneaky Pete then fields or makes phone calls from or to Guido, Jeff, the other Jeff, Nate, Steve, Jack, Jim, and Bob, spilling his guts to each and swearing each to secrecy.

Meanwhile Jeff calls Jason, Guido calls Jeff, Jeff calls Jeff, and basically, everyone calls everyone else.

Each call is consummated with traditional who-do-you-think-you’re-foolin’ asking for and receiving of secrecy swearing.

Dire consequences
are promised including but not limited to Internet postings and Blogging of each respective caller’s secret fly waters, patterns, and underwear color and style (if any) if any one should anyone violate sworn secrets.

Exposure of personal dirt is established also as fair game if puking of “secret” should occur.

Meanwhile, the seven salmon that were holding in the one pool where Sneaky Pete actually caught a fish have moved about twenty-five miles upriver.

The following day, all three hundred-and forty-seven of the persons who heard about Sneaky Pete’s one fish descend on said fishing hole in prams, drift boats, pontoon rafts, belly boats, 27’ inboard Jet Sleds, helicopters, sea-planes, and Oil Tankers.

All persons gaze at each other and at their respective belly buttons (neatly hidden ‘neath their Simms Guide Waders), feign innocence, start laughing, drink much Tequila, and pee in their waders.

Upon returning home, all 347 salmon fishers collect every salmon rod and shooting head in their den and start shoving each and every one into various handy garbage disposals, fireplaces, leaf shredders, and lawnmowers, tip first, vowing to fish only for trout, evermore, no matter what.

One week later, all 347 “reformed” ex-salmon-flyfishers sneak down tothe Caddis fly and purchase several complete outfits – except for Sneaky Pete, who had refrained from trashing seventeen of his favorite fly rod, reel, line combos and is already back at the pursuit of the silvery Unicorn on the Oregon coast.

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Salmon Hatcheries in the Pacific Northwest Part 2

This is part two of Jay Nicholas’ commentary on the state of salmon hatcheries in the Pacific Northwest. Read Part 1 here.

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Part 2: Contemporary Expectations

This article continues my effort to clarify perceptions and realities of salmon hatcheries, both historical and contemporary. I am striving to be fair. Please comment if you believe that I have missed the boat. We all will be able to advocate for saving salmon, wild and hatchery fish, if we share an accurate vision of the playing field

21st Century Intention: Mitigate for extirpated salmon and steelhead runs.

I checked out the definition of mitigate as I began writing this section. Here is how my handy thesaurus defines Mitigate: 1) to make an offense or crime less serious or more excusable; and 2) to make something less harsh, severe, or violent.

Wow. This is a pretty clear definition of what I think mitigation hatcheries have achieved. Dams were built. Prime salmon-producing habitat was destroyed or made practically inaccessible. Hatcheries were funded by the entities that constructed the dams. A few salmon and steelhead are now produced below the dams. In many cases, a small fraction of what was lost. Not the real deal. Fish concentrated in time and space. Fish that do not, in my opinion, contribute to tribal, commercial, or recreational fisheries as well as wild salmon and steelhead would, if they still existed in these “mitigation” runs.

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None-the-less, I view operation of mitigation hatcheries as an obligation that should be maintained and improved on. Places where anadromous fish runs have been rendered extinct, or virtually so, deserve to have salmon in the today. Tribal and non-tribal fishers, and society in general, deserve to have salmon and steelhead in these rivers.

Ya know what? The rivers deserve to have salmon in them. And the birds deserve salmon. The bugs deserve these salmon. The earth deserves these salmon.

Has this outcome been achieved? Yes, but just a little. Mitigation runs of hatchery salmon represent a commitment to perpetually subsidize these rivers, because the habitat and life cycle needs of the species have been taken from this earth by dams or some other “civilized” activity. I think that mitigation hatcheries have made an offense against nature a little less harsh. Sounds like tough talk. This is not a slam against the mitigation hatcheries, but an aver the shoulder critique of a belief that technology could ever sufficiently substitute for wild salmon and steelhead runs.

21st Century Intention: Reintroduction (restoration) of extirpated salmon and steelhead runs. This function has become a vital and hopeful driver for 21st Century hatcheries, because anadromous fish runs have been rendered extinct, or virtually so, in so many places. This is especially true in basins like the Sacramento, Upper Columbia, upper Willamette, and Puget Sound areas.

This function is vital. Although salmon are pioneer species and would re-colonize salmon-void basins when the their habitats recover, that process could take a very long time to produce more than a ghost of runs that were abundant and native to the basins. Hatcheries offer the opportunity to get salmon back into these rivers far more quickly than might otherwise be possible.

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Has this outcome been achieved? Yes, hatcheries have returned salmon to rivers where they have been extinguished. Whether these re-introduced runs are, or can shortly be, self sustaining, is not certain. Perhaps salmon runs will establish themselves in reasonable abundance without constant infusion of hatchery fish. Perhaps not. Even if these runs will not soon be self-sustaining, they have merit simply because they put salmon back into these rivers where they belong. As such, runs of hatchery salmon represent a commitment to perpetually subsidize these rivers, if the habitat and life cycle needs of the species cannot yet be met by the habitat as it currently exists.

21st Century Intention: Gene conservation. Conservation hatchery programs are intended as an intervention to preclude the extinction of a particular run of salmon or steelhead. The conservation hatchery is considered a last-ditch effort to prevent catastrophic loss of adaptive genetic diversity contained in a population or Environmentally Significant Unit.

Has this outcome been achieved? Time will answer this one.

21st Century Intention: Supplement fisheries Many contemporary hatchery programs are in place with the stated intent of providing more fish to support fisheries than would otherwise be available if only wild fish were available.

Has this outcome been achieved? Yes, although I don’t know if long-term supplementation hatchery programs will have adverse impacts on the productivity of the wild runs they are sharing rivers with. Beyond that, I hope, from my heart, that our society is not satisfied with accepting hatchery salmon and steelhead, in every river, to support the runs and the fisheries.

Summary. Contemporary hatchery programs are based on perceptions that incorporate historical promises. In addition, contemporary hatchery programs are based on expectations that hatchery programs will 1) mitigate for loss of extirpated salmon and steelhead runs (miniscule success); 2) re-establish runs of self sustaining salmon and steelhead in areas where they have been extirpated (qualified success); 3) conserve genetic material represented in anadromous populations that are faced with imminent extinction (uncertain outcome); and 4) supplement fisheries (qualified success).

JN

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Fly fishing for Northern Pike — Canadian Freakout 2010

Just back from the annual Canadian northern pike trip, I’m still reeling from sunburn, fried walleye and travel hangover.

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The trip started with a fourteen hour drive from Akron, Ohio through the Rust Belt and into Canada at Sault Ste Marie, and up Canada’s Rte 17 around Lake Superior through the moose riddled landscape.

We spent the night in White River Ontario, and hopped a train to the lake in the morning. Unfortunately, some busybody wrecked the train situation. For over forty years, our family has taken this train into Lake Esnagi, and has ridden in the back with the gear, pounding cold meatballs and Molsons. But this year, the railroad officials decided not to let guests ride in the cargo cars thanks to an anonymous letter from a rider complaining about the drunken fishermen in the back. So instead the complainers got stuck with our crew, reeking of stale bourbon and reading aloud from raunchy Canadian porn mags, in the passenger car next to them.

Esnagi Canada Pike Fishing

We were shocked by the lake conditions when we pulled up to the water. After the warmest spring on record and minimal snowpack, the lake water level was down several feet. Ice out, normally in mid-to-late May, had been April 1st. The lake and fishing conditions were practically a month ahead of schedule. Also, the lake’s massive Hexagenia mayfly hatch had exploded. Neither boded well for fly fishing for pike. Every fish in that lake gorges on the huge mayflies when they’re available, and with warmer lower water, the largest pike weren’t likely to spend afternoons in the shallow bays.

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Also, we didn’t have Nate. After something like fifteen consecutive years without missing a trip, Nate stayed back in Oregon this year to make the most of his offshore fishing season. While I can catch pike till my arms fall off, in order to catch the biggest pike you need to hunt them. And that’s what Nate does best.

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Esnagi Canada Pike Fishing

The deck was stacked against us, but we tied on our shock tippets and headed out to strafe the shorelines with our eight-weights. The first day, we started out at a spot with guaranteed success, a big bay next to deep water with a big boulder pile in the middle. We banged out a bunch of pike and a big aggressive walleye and started to shake off the cobwebs

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Esnagi Canada Pike Fishing

The next few days, we spent poling around the shallow flats where big pike had been holding in years past. Protected bays with feeder creeks, the mouth of the Magpie River, windblown coves where baitfish stacked up – but the biggest fish eluded us, while my dad and fishing buddy John trolled up monsters off the deep water points with crankbaits.

Rather than fight the inevitable, we got out the trolling rods for a morning to put our boat on the boards. It took no time for Julian to hook up with a big 38-inch monster for a photo, and then it was back to business as usual.

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Esnagi Canada Pike Fishing

We spent the rest of the week eating deep fried walleye and banging on small to medium size pike on near-shore rock piles. Playing poker all night, and enjoying good bourbon.

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Esnagi Canada Pike Fishing

Esnagi Canada Pike Fishing

Even without the forty-inch pike on the fly rod this year, the trip was still a blast and we managed to bust up our arms and hands on more than enough five to ten pound fish to make up for it.

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Esnagi Canada Pike Fishing

-MS

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Salmon Hatcheries in the Pacific Northwest Part 1

As a person who is deeply committed to wild fish conservation and the future of
fishing, I am also steep on the learning curve when it comes to to understanding
the science and policy options related to hatcheries here in the Oregon. After
blundering into the midst of McKenzie River wild trout management, I realized
also that my grasp of a historical context of fish hatcheries in Oregon was
pretty limited.

I asked Jay Nicholas to write a piece on the historical and contemporary
expectations of salmon hatcheries, hoping stimulate dialogue among the broader
community of passionate fish conservationists and anglers. Jay is my go-to guy
because of his of science and policy experience, his respect for civil
dialogue among individuals and groups with very different perspectives, and his
passion for preserving the future of fish and fishing. The article he wrote is
in two parts and I think it is a fascinating read.

I am learning more and more about fish biology, genetics, and management policy
than I had ever imagined. I am also learning more about how others view the
role of hatchery and wild fish. These two articles have jammed a lot of new
information into my brain. Issues that seemed simple now have more depth and
complexity.

Hope you find these articles interesting. Feedback is always encouraged.–CD

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Part 1: Historical Expectations

Salmon without Rivers, by Jim Lichatowitch (2001), is a must-read book, and it tells the hatchery story in the depth it deserves. Jim and I have read much of the same source materials in the historical record of fish management in the Pacific Northwest. My remarks and observations will refer mostly to California, Oregon Washington, and Idaho; however, these ideas are broadly applicable. Anyone who finds his or her interest piqued by this article should read Jim’s book. If you have already read his book you might find differences in the nuances of our respective interpretations.

Lest anyone try to make it so, this article is not a condemnation of choices made by managers, officials, and the public in years gone by. It is simply my effort to summarize what people expected salmon hatcheries to accomplish, and my assessment of whether these expected outcomes were achieved. My intention is to share information and stimulate discussion among all the people who care about native salmon , steelhead, and trout here in the Pacific Northwest. Hatcheries have been part of the psyche of salmon managers and fishers for about a hundred and forty years here in the lower 48. A full understanding of our history as fishers and managers seems crucial to the choices we make about the future of native, wild fish n the region.

This is my no-frills assessment of what hatcheries were intended to accomplish during the 19th Century (Part 1), followed by key 21st Century rationale (Part 2). I think that 19th Century thinking regarding salmon hatcheries is still deeply embedded in 21st Century management philosophy and public perception.

19th Century Intention: make salmon habitat unnecessary. A dynamic balance that had sustained native humans and salmon across the region for over ten thousand years was not appreciated by a society determined to conduct commodity transactions with wood, precious metals, salmon, transportation, water, and the like. Officials charged with fish management were few in number, virtually powerless, and recognized quickly that the industrialization of the Pacific Northwest was destructive to salmon and steelhead runs. Hatcheries, these officials reasoned, offered a solution. Hatcheries, they believed, could effectively replace the natural habitats that were being destroyed.

Was this outcome achieved? Nope. We have lost 80 – 90% of the salmon-producing capacity of many Pacific Northwest watersheds in the lower 48. Hatchery salmon and steelhead – clearly – have not fully compensated for this staggering loss.

Is this still a 21st Century expectation for hatcheries? Sadly, I think so. I see a risk that this thinking is alive-and-well in 2010 and could easily be resurrected to justify increased rates of urbanization and resource extraction, not only across the lower 48, but also in Canada and Alaska. Pristine and highly diverse and productive salmon and steelhead runs n Canada and Alaska are seriously threatened by precious metal mining, oil drilling, and timber harvest. All of these resources are in high demand. Development that stands to profit from mining minerals, water, oil, and land represent a serious threat, in my opinion, to the ecological, cultural, and economic legacy that our native salmonid runs represent.

19th Century Intention: minimize interference with resource extraction activities.
Fishery officials of the 1800s and early 1900s recognized that 1) they had no power to prevent the destruction of salmon streams and 2) even if they did have the power, the economic effects of limiting fishing, logging, mining, dam building, irrigation, and the like, would damage the economy of the region. Reserving rivers for salmon was incongruous with the thinking of the time. White men were here to tame the west and harvest the riches of lands and waters; it didn’t make sense for salmon to stand in the way of that mandate. Hatcheries were viewed as a means to allow full-bore conduct of fishing, logging, mining, dam building, and the like, while still having a bounty of salmon to catch.

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Was this outcome achieved? Yes. The promise of hatchery salmon-a-plenty did, in my opinion, diminish debate over resource extraction and destruction of salmon habitat.

Is this still a 21st Century expectation for hatcheries? Again, sadly, I think so. Current and pending efforts to alter what little salmon habitat we have left in the Pacific Northwest could get the go-ahead if people buy into the promise of hatchery salmon in lieu of wild fish runs.

19th Century Intention: Improve on nature. The mind-set of the Nineteenth Century was that human industry was superior to the unpredictability and apparent inefficiency of nature. Man could grow better crops. Man could tame rivers. Man could improve on nature’s beasts. A female salmon produced several thousand eggs, most of which could reliably be protected from floods in hatcheries. Mere hundreds of salmon cultured in hatcheries could produce millions; far more that nature was capable of.

Was this outcome achieved? Not even close. Salmon and steelhead hatcheries presently operating in the Pacific Northwest haven’t replaced what we’ve lost. Hatcheries do, in some situations, produce a return of adult fish greater than natural spawning could these days. I cannot think of a single instance where hatchery technology has produced super salmon, critters that are superior to nature’s own.

Is this still a 21st Century expectation for hatcheries? I think many people still believe that science can create a better salmon than nature.

19th Century Intention: Allow virtually unrestrained fishing. This 19th Century intention was clear. Salmon meant money. Restricted fishing seasons meant less money. Hatcheries were thought capable of producing more salmon, or at least as many salmon as white folks found here when the fish, the lands, and the waters were shared with native peoples, thereby allowing fishing to continue, predictably, year after year, with clear consciences all around.

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Was this outcome achieved? No. This will be discussed more in a following Chapter, as I believe that even the promise of having an endless supply of salmon from hatcheries enticed managers into excessive-harvest of wild stocks. Although hatchery salmon and steelhead do allow fishing in many areas today, and provide fish that contemporary habitat would not otherwise be able to produce, hatcheries have not produced the fishing bonanza that was promised by the founders of the hatchery system.

Is this still a 21st Century expectation for hatcheries? Somewhat. Because hatcheries do produce salmon, and some hatcheries produce what seems like a lot of salmon, many people still equate salmon and salmon fishing with hatcheries.

19th Century Intention: Provide food. Salmon represented money to 19th Century cannery and fishing industries. Salmon also represented a food resource. Hatcheries that could produce bountiful salmon runs were seen as a means of keeping the money and food supply resources of the Pacific Northwest on “full.”

Was this outcome achieved? Historically, no. Today, somewhat. Early hatchery production efforts were virtually ineffective, and only wild fish were harvested to support the fishing industry and provide food. Today, however, many of the fish that are available for harvest in the Pacific Northwest (remember that this article refers principally to CA, OR, ID, and OR) are hatchery salmon and steelhead.

Is this still a 21st Century expectation for hatcheries? Yes. Some mitigation hatcheries are virtually the sole source of salmon in rivers where wild runs were extirpated. In such cases, tribal treaty rights to salmon and steelhead are entirely dependant on hatchery fish, as are non-tribal fishing and harvesting opportunities.

Summary. Hatcheries in the Lower 48 region of the Pacific Northwest began production during the Nineteenth Century. Historically, hatcheries were promised as an effective means to 1) render salmon producing habitat unnecessary (failed); 2) minimize disruption of resource extraction in the region (succeeded); 3) improve on nature (failed); 4) allow unrestrained fishing (conditional success); and 5) provide food (conditional success).

Next up – Salmon Hatcheries in the Pacific Northwest – Part 2: Contemporary Expectations.

JN

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Dad is the World’s Greatest Fisherman

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My earliest memories come through like faded Polaroids. I’m crouched in the shadow of my father, poised on the grassy edge of a tiny trout stream high in the Sierra Nevada. Dad flips a little fly into the rippling current and drags it across the surface. The trout panic, but starvation gets the better of one, and in a split second a wriggling golden trout is hoisted to the bank. I pounce on the slippery prize, squeeze tightly, remove the fly, and add it to our stringer. My hands smell sweet with trout, and I can imagine our morning catch sizzling in bacon grease, eyes shrinking to tiny white balls. In my memories, Dad and I fished together all the time. His memories are probably more reliable:

“I remember you being more interested in the tree frogs in the meadow,” he laughs. “For the first couple of years, fishing was just like any other wildlife harassment. As long as you were chasing something, you were happy. Then the fishing disease took hold.”

In my broken family, fishing was first deemed a “disease” by my Mom. The year was 1970, the scene, Arcata, California. Mom was working full time while Dad went to school. After serving in Vietnam, Dad decided to get a science degree. Fisheries seemed like a natural avenue for an avid outdoorsman, and he enrolled at Humboldt State. The arrangement was a sure-fire recipe for disaster, and the ripples from those years still lap at the edges of my psyche. So much pain flared as these two people learned how wrong they were for each other. So much guilt was stored up, presumably to prevent me from following in my father’s footsteps. But the shocking power of fear and guilt is in their ability to create what they most loathe. Sure enough, I turned out even fishier than my Dad, and that’s saying something.

The outcome was for the best, as is most often the case. In fact, fishing and the outdoors are what eventually saved my father and me from lives stained by guilt. We both tried our hand at conforming to expectations, and it didn’t work. We both learned to embrace who we are–namely, fishermen.

These days my Dad and I spend a lot of time together. He still loves to fish, though not as much as in his youth. He retired last year from a rewarding career as a science educator, and now is free to stay with me for weeks at a time. We have a lot of fun, me rowing him around, steering him toward big flashy fish just like he hauled me around his favorite waters in the High Sierra. Whatever else happens in our little lives, we will have fished, and fished well. We know how fortunate we are, and we relish our days. We have explored the finest waters from the Olympic Peninsula to San Diego. We have climbed peaks, bush-whacked through wilderness, gone crazy from blackflies, and marveled at the beauty of our native West. Wherever we go, I know my Dad will catch fish. Because, to me, Dad is the greatest fisherman in the world. RR

I love you, Papa.

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Instructions for fishing MOAL Leeches

Many people, it seems, are seeking knowledge regarding the proper technique for fishing MOAL Leeches.

Ask and ye shall receive.

Sort of.

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Q: How to fish MOAL leeches

A: Itemized instructions for fishing MOAL leeches follows. Angler must follow these strictly or risk not catching an actual salmon or steelhead.

Hire steelhead guide.

Purchase new rod/reel/line fly fishing combo outfit.

Purchase spare rod/reel/line outfit.

Purchase Simms guide waders, guide jacket, guide boots, guide undies, guide gloves, guide layering, guide socks, guide wader bag, guide tackle bag, guide sling pack, guide bottle opener, canvass camp hat, and guide nippers.

Dismiss Guide.

Pay trip cancellation fee for pissing off guide.

Purchase drift boat, trailer, oars, fish box, rescue rope, whitewater bags, Polaroid glasses, digital camera, life jackets, walkie talkies, binoculars, Powerbars, Gatorade, electric fillet knife, vacuum packer, toxic egg cure, box of latex gloves, sunscreen, lip balm, propane heater, 4X4 Tahoe, and fishing license.

Submit request for vacation time.

Receive notice that vacation account is empty.

Receive layoff notice.

Tell boss to take his layoff notice and – – – – – – –

Call Rob Russell and sign up for Spey casting class.

Stop by Caddis Fly on way home from office to pick up last minute fishing items, including spare nippers and Simms aluminum cigar humidor.

Sign up for unemployment insurance (12weeks).

Inform wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, mother, room mate, cat, dog, bird, or appropriate significant other that you are on “special assignment” and will be working away from the office for the next 12 weeks.

Drive to nearest steelhead or salmon bearing water.

Park new SUV in near river, adjacent to stnaky trash receptacle that is dispersing stench of dead ghost shrimp and 6-month old elk carcass.

Dress with waders, vest, underwear, and so on.

Walk to stream.

Walk back to SUV and put on Simms Guide boots.

Return to stream.

Walk back to SUV.

Assemble new rod, reel, line, leader, and tie on MOAL Leech.

Walk back to stream.

Drop MOAL Leech into water at feet, while stripping fly line off reel in preparation to execute first cast.

Stumble backwards in astonishment at the sight of a school of steelhead (salmon, trout, carp, or catfish) rushing into shallows to consume previously mentioned MOAL Leech.

Break both elbows trying to keep from breaking tailbone.

Lay in 9” of water, keeping nose above water level, crying out for help from fellow anglers nearby.

Enjoy morphine-induced euphoria on ambulance ride to emergency room.

Take taxi ride home from Emergency room.

Relate fabricated story to wife, girlfriend, cat, and/or bird (you remember the list) explaining how you broke two elbows on “special assignment.”

List all recently purchased fishing-related items on Craigslist, offering same for approximately 13% of retail value.

Save one dozen MOAL Leeches for future use, just in case.

JN

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