Local Eugene Steelhead Report

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The fishing for summer steelhead on the McKenzie and Willamette has been outstanding. This is usually the most productive time of year, and with great fishing weather, prime water conditions, and light pressure, the bite has been excellent. I have been doing very well swinging various wet flies and leeches on everything from a floating line to a type 6 sink tip. I generally carry various rods rigged in the boat with different lines to suit the different spots.

I take people fly fishing for a living and am so confident about the fishing that I am going to make an offer that very few guides will extend. If you hire me to take you steelheading between now and when river levels swell with the fall rains, if we do not bring a steelhead to the boat, you don’t pay. Regardless of your skills or experience level, if you want to catch a steelhead on a fly, let’s make the magic happen.

If you are interested, contact the Caddis Fly for details and availability and to book. I don’t have that many days open between now and the end of the season, but I would like to fill those that I do. I don’t have any days open before October 11th, but from there on out I have some openings. This offer is good for both half and full day trips.
Ethan Nickel

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Dire Straits: Near-death-experiences, hot salmon bite on Juan de Fuca

My stomach is still reeling, jaw sore from clenching my teeth with anxiety. Happy to be home in Eugene, on dry land, never to set foot in Curley’s Fiberglass Pig #15 again.

I traveled north last weekend to the Strait of Juan de Fuca to fish out of a rented boat from the town of Sekiu on the Olympic Peninsula with my pal Julian from Seattle. Neither of us had fished the Strait before.

Our first day on the water was a half-day, and we decided to spend it fly fishing for rockfish and lingcod. We set out in our little rental boat, headed west toward more favorable fishing regulations in Marine Zone 4 and Neah Bay. Once we reached Marine Zone 4, the mouth of the Sekiu River, we spotted massive rocks jutting out of the water in the distance.

Far out on the horizon, Seal and Sail Rock seemed like a perfect place to find bottomfish glory. It was a long haul, nearly 15 miles from Clallam Bay we later found out, but it seemed worth it. The rocks were surrounded by kelp forests and the water dropped off to thirty feet deep.

There were lots of gray whales nearby, and they seemed to be rubbing themselves against the rocks. They were literally right next to shore. The spray from spouting whales dotted the shoreline every few hundred yards in either direction.

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That may have explained why the rockfish bite was off – a herd of forty-foot long whales rubbing their barnacles off en-masse against your house would be unsettling.

When the gas gage started to sag toward the halfway point, we decided to turn back, but found it tough going. The wind had shifted, and we were headed into a nasty chop.

At this point it would be a good idea to describe our boat – dubbed Curley’s Fiberglass Pig #15. Imagine a 55-gallon drum, cut in half vertically, with a small unreliable outboard clamped to the back. Or a cardboard box shellacked with some polyurethane. The thing had a wide, flat bottom with hardly a keel, low sides and no real V-shape in front. It didn’t slice through waves, as much as it tried to push through them. It veered out of control randomly – a sensation like riding a bike on an iced pond.

On the way back, the little 15-horse engine strained to push the boat up the swells. Eventually it started to smoke and died. That’s when the fear got on top of me.

We were miles from the marina, facing a very likely fuel management mistake, and before we even ran out of gas, the damned thing decided to give up. I lost it. I put the oars in the locks and started paddling toward shoreline without making any headway. The oars were in worse shape than the boat and I couldn’t even keep the bow facing the waves, let alone make any ground. At that point I was ready to take my chances with the life vest and abandon ship. That’s how much the fear had gotten on top of me. I was going to jump out. But Julian snapped me out of it and nursed the engine back into relative cooperation.

Obviously we made it back or you wouldn’t be reading this, but it was tight. Lesson learned – the Curley’s Fiberglass Pig’s max distance is probably three miles, not fifteen.

That night we tried to toast to our survival at the Spring Tavern down the street, but it didn’t serve hard liquor and Two and a Half Men blared on the TV. The Spring Tavern is where good times go to die. Forewarned is forearmed – pack your own party for Sekiu folks.

Juan De Fuca

The next day was the end-of-season coho derby and we joined the armada of boats at dawn, headed out of Clallam Bay toward Canada.

I’m no expert at salmon trolling, but somehow Julian and I both hooked up with two of the biggest coho salmon I’d seen taken that week. Julian trolled this bastardized rig – kind of a hodge podge of stuff I found at Two Brothers Tackle with a pink hoochie on the back. I just trolled the pink hoochie on my ten-weight with a sinking head. The proprietor of our motel told us we had fish we could be proud of, but we’d have had to have been trolling our hooks backwards to get skunked out there on Saturday.

Juan De Fuca

After lunch we decided to put our salmon on ice and to chase rockfish close to home. We found some kelp greenling on a rocky point and picked up some nice specimens on purple and white clouser minnows. The bright red fish held close to the kelp forests and it paid to drop a fly down into pockets in the kelp. We had about an hour of hot action, then nada till dinner.

Juan De Fuca

Day two was such a bonanza, we thought we couldn’t lose on Day Three. But it’s easy to go buzzing out of the marina like King Kong and come back with your tail between your legs.

Juan De Fuca

The swell was big in the morning, but manageable. I’d guess it at 8-feet, but smooth rolling waves coming from the west. We trolled out into the maelstrom of boats with our hoochies dancing behind us. But things got hairy fast.

For one, we really couldn’t control the line we were trying to stay on for a troll. We would lose track of big boats in the troughs of the waves, and find out we were right on top of each other. On top of that, some really big tan-colored objects were flying underneath the boat, occasionally smacking Julian’s rig. These were apparently, giant Humboldt Squid.

Juan De Fuca

To top it off, the wind kicked up out of the east and we had wind-waves hitting us from the other direction, stacking up on top of the already huge swells. At a certain point, it looked like the swells were going to swamp the boat, coming over the low, wide bow. And I could tell from looking at our vessel, the only thing keeping it afloat was surface tension. Five gallons of water over the side and we’d have gone down like the Titanic.

The fear got up on top of me again. This time worse than before. I wasn’t sure if it was smarter to haul ass in before things got any worse, or take it easy and get in safe. Eventually fear won out and we tore-ass in with hundreds of feet of fly line and diver rigs braided together, hanging off our rods out the back of the boat. Apparently lots of other boaters had the same idea and the wakes from the dozens of fleeing boats nearly swamped us in the marina.

We’d only spent a few hours out there, but I was done with Curley’s Fiberglass Pig. We hung it up by midmorning and took Curley back his key.

After that, we decided to drive to Neah Bay, to see the town, a Makah Village on the tip of the Peninsula. The Wikipedia write up on Neah Bay mentions that it had 792 residents in the 2000 census and it is a bustling bottom fishing destination in the summer. It doesn’t mention the soul-crushing look of the place, the gutted and abandoned buildings, rusting junk piles.

We pulled in and the town looked dead. The bottom fishing season had wrapped up the week before apparently and not a soul stirred in the marina or road through town. About three-quarters of the way down the main drag, we came across the huge and bloody body of a Humboldt Squid, splayed out in the road with its giant eye looking up at us. The scene was very David Lynch – and the squid’s eye the size of a baseball felt like a warning. So we turned tail and left Neah Bay behind.

-MS

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Tungsten Ice Prince joins “Local Hall of Fame” Ranks with Possie Bugger, Mega Prince

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The Tungsten Ice Prince  nymph pattern has been a tremendous fish catching fly this late summer fall season. It  employs a Tungsten Bead and Hareline Dubbin’s best selling dubbing Ice Dub. It is a simple twist on a standard pattern that has been slaying fish for decades. Learn to tie it here.

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Some fly patterns just nail the size relative to weight  perfect and the fly is able to sink at a high rate while maintaining it’s buggy yet imitative state. Most anglers have fished the standard Prince Nymph and know how successful it can be.  Using Ice Dub instead of peacock in the Ice Prince adds durability and density.  Both the black and peacock Tungsten Ice Prince have fished great for me, Blue Steelie is another great looking Ice Dub that one could use when tying their own patterns. Larger sizes of the Tungsten Ice Prince have caught adult and  Half Pounder steelhead on the Rogue River. These larger sizes will also work great with egg patterns when nymphing behind spawning salmon.–CD

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Oregon’s Alpine Lakes last hurrah

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Timing is everything and there are far to many places to be, and fish to catch this time of year. Barrett chose a short walk into a beautiful Alpine Lake with his family and was handsomely rewarded with several large fish (over 20 in.)

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He was using a clear intermediate line and 3x Seagar Fluorocarbon and an Olive Wooly Bugger.–CD

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Fly Tying UNIBOBBERS Have Arrived

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Having trouble keeping your fly afloat? The Unibbober is the answer! How many times did a fish come up to your indicator this year and clobber it, leaving you wishing it had a hook in it. Again the Unibobber is the answer. How about and emerger pattern you can actually track when fishing it dead drift. The Unibobber has endless possibilities.

From the guys who created the Thingamabobber the Unibobber is 1/4″ and comes in colors Chartreuse, Fire Red, Glow in the dark and White. –CD

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Hooked on saltwater fly fishing on the Oregon Coast

According to blog reader Rob Perkins “You don’t necessarily have to have beautiful flies in order to catch Silvers and Tuna on the Oregon Coast. I had an absolute blast and am totally hooked on saltwater fly fishing, I’m just bummed that it has come to an end already and I’m having a tough time switching gears to Steelhead and other great pursuits that we are so fortunate to have here in the NW.”

Perkins sent us these great shots from this summer:

Rob Perkins Fly Fishing for slivers and tuna

Rob Perkins Fly Fishing for slivers and tuna

Rob Perkins Fly Fishing for slivers and tuna

Rob Perkins Fly Fishing for slivers and tuna

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Wild Trout Fishing on the McKenzie Excellent

Wild Mckenzie Rainbow

As soon as cool morning shade became warm morning shade/sun  fishing was on fire yesterday. Small “browny/orangey” caddis were all over the near shore trees and brush. Short Winged Stoneflies were present in surprising numbers. We saw numerous Short Wings fluttering on the surface then getting smashed by aggressive wild rainbows.  October Caddis and a few Gray Drakes were present as well.

Wild Mckenzie Rainbow

Our best set up was a  hopper dropper  rig, using either a Half Down Golden  or Morrish October Caddis Adult  as the dry,  and an  Ice Prince as the nymph 4-6 feet below.

Wild Mckenzie Rainbow

Fall fishing throughout the McKenzie and Willamette Rivers, is and will continue to be great. The lower McKenzie’s water temperature is down in the mid 50s. Cutthroats have been taking Orange Stimulators, Orange Caddis, Orange Soft Hackles, Parachute Adams, and Blue Winged Olives.

The Middle Fork of the Willamette near Oakridge has dropped considerably and is prime for wading. Use similar tactics and bugs on the Middle Fork. Look at the receding reservoirs on the Mid Willamette drainage. The water running into Lookout Point and into Hills Creek can have some monster fish in it right now and they will take dries, nymphs and streamers.–CD

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Jay shows you how to really fill a Bugger Beast

The fall chinook version of the Cliff Bugger Beast, courtesy of Jay Nicholas.

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CLIFF BUGGER BEAST

CLIFF BUGGER BEAST

Send us picks of your Bugger Beast.

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1st annual Wilson River Clean-Up Event, by Sierra Club and SOLV

Cancel your plans and join badass steelhead guide Jeff Hickman for a river clean up this weekend on the Wilson.

Wilson River Clean Up

1st annual Wilson River Clean-Up Event, by Sierra Club and SOLV
Saturday September 26th
9am –meet, sign in, coffee, snacks, break into teams
10am-1pm – River Clean-Up!
1pm Free Lunch Party!!!

Meet up at Tillamook Forest Center
45500 Wilson River Hwy, Tillamook, OR 97141 (Mp 21 Hwy 6)

RSVP to jeff.hickman@sierraclub.org (503) 238-0442 Or visit the Oregon Sierra Club site.

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Jay Nicholas Fly Fishing Glossary: Baby Seal to Big Tides

This is the third installment of The Fly Fishers Glossary: Snippets From the Underbelly of Fly Fishing, Fly Tying, Fish Biology, Dusty old Facts, Hallucinations, and the Plain Truth as I know it.

Baby seal
Obsolete fly tying material. Grim to admit it, but we salivated over this stuff back in the old days. It was highly sought after to tie nymphs. Tyers hoarded this stuff. Some idiots still sneak it in from Canada just to say they use it. Modern materials are superior replacements for this material. See also Temple dog Fur and don’t use this stuff either.

is he a human being?he kill a baby seal.and he names himselfs sportsman

Backing
The financial support begged from friends/parents/girlfriends/wife so one can retire and buy a Fly Shop. As in, “I know that I can make a go of this Fly Shop if you’ll just give me your financial backing.” Provision of said backing is a generous but futile act –- an unadvised leap of faith. Every dolt remotely familiar with the Fly Fishing Industry knows that this is a doomed proposition.

Alternate
A string of white lies and evasions woven by your fishing buddy who was with you when you had a two-hundred-and-thirty-seven fish day on the Siuslaw River in 2002.

Fly fishers who have shared outlandishly successful fishing events 1) are sworn to secrecy; 2) have learned to rehearse their stories so as to provide semi-credible backing when separated, drunk, and interrogated by sober friends who attempt to pry the truth out of them; and 3) head straight to their cell-phones to call fifty-three of their closest friends.

These phone calls begin with, “ Dude, you’ve gotta promise not to tell this to ANYONE”.

Alternate
A form of small-diameter fishing line, usually braided Dacron or Super Braid, attached directly to a fly reel spool before the fly line. Actually seeing one’s backing because a large salmon/steelhead/Great White Shark has pulled out a all the fly line is the goal of every fly fisher. Ninety-nine percent of fly anglers NEVER see their backing in the water unless a Poagie attaches a small Alder tree to their line, sending it off downstream to simulate a monster steelhead. Backing is engineered to mold and disintegrate after 2.5 days cooking in any truck parked in front of a Wal-Mart. Damaged backing should therefore be replaced often, just in case a big fish accidentally provides an opportunity to shout,”Dude, like he’s got me into my backing”. Backing costs about twenty-bucks per yard.

Bang
Noun. Bang is a term that refers to fish-camp beverage – composed by adding Bourbon to Tang, or Tang to Bourbon. Regardless of the order of adding, it is essential for the bourbon volume to exceed the Tang volume. The best operational method to achieve this balance is simply to add the Tang powder to straight Bourbon. Bang is a simple, pleasing, and effective libation at breakfast, lunch, or supper.

Barbless
The state encountered by Barb’s husband when he returned from a spur of the moment fly fishing trip to the Skeena in 2007; as in: “Like Dude, I’m Barbless and I have no idea why!”

Alternately – a hook that had had the barb squeezed so hard in the jaws of needle nose pliers as to smash the barb flat and make the hook look like it is without a barb (i.e., barbless). Said barb smashing has been known to weaken the tempered steel at the juncture of the barb and the hook shaft, occasionally resulting in the hook shaft breaking when fighting a really big salmon or steelhead. These hook shafts never ever break when fighting logs, rocks, Pogies, trout or small salmon or steelhead. Only when fighting the big boys.

Bear grease
See fly poo.

Big Gun
A very long fly rod. Formerly, ten-foot rods were referred to as big guns. Since the arrival of Spey rods as a common fishing tool, a fly rod probably should be twenty-feet or longer to be referred to as a big gun.

Alternate
A big gun is a famous fly fishing personality with a huge ego, as in, “Dude, all the big guns were there at The Fly Show – it was effing-awesome.”

Big Tides
The greatest tide exchanges of each month are referred to as Big Tides. For example, a seven-foot high tide followed by a minus one-foot low tide yields an 8’ exchange; this would be considered a Big Tide. Big Tides coincide with the full and the dark of the moon and therefore occur about twice monthly.

Salmon tend to migrate into estuaries and from estuaries into rivers during Big Tides. Popular lore suggests that salmon tend to bite better during big tides.

The hormonal cycles (mood swings) of many women are similarly affected by the moon. Thus, Big Tides are associated with the best fishing and the WORST times to leave the girlfriend/family at home.

-JN

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Filling the Bugger Beast at the North Umpqua Fall Fly Tying event

Last weekend my six-month old son Paul and I attended the North Umpqua Fall Fly Tying Festival and it was a blast. I put Paul in his playpen behind me and tried to tie flies and talk to folks about everything from this blog to Pacific Stripers, to childcare tips. I got to pass out a lot of stickers and flies — most people wanted the shark flies to put on their wall, not to fish. And got to say hello to great folks from the area like Frank Moore, Pat McRae and Dean Finnerty. My host Les and his wife helped me manage Paul — along with some of the ladies from Casting for Recovery and we managed to pull off the day without too much of a problem.

I didn’t have much time to take photos of the flies while I was there, but I took some photos of my filled-up Cliff Bugger Beast and some hot flies for the Oregon Coast. And for the Strait of Juan de Fuca — I’m headed north this weekend!

Saltwater fly fishing

Saltwater fly fishing

Saltwater fly fishing

Saltwater fly fishing

Saltwater fly fishing

Saltwater fly fishing

Do you think it’s easy to tie flies with this guy behind you?

Hanging with the fam

Do you have a badass collection of big flies? Send us photos of your Bugger Beast!
-MS

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Fly fishing for summer steelhead close to home

Eugene summer steelhead report from Greg Hatten

We fished purple and we fished deep on Thursday evening out on the river “close to home”. Dr. Dan Phillips was in the boat and while we’ve covered a lot of water together, we’d never done this little stretch before.

Since we only had a few hours of daylight (evening floats are getting shorter and shorter these days), we went directly to one of my favorite spots.

Twenty minutes after launch we were positioned perfectly on the up-river side of a unique bedrock break that stretches all the way across the river. At low water it resembles a small irrigation dam. At higher levels, like now, it creates a series of chutes and ladders and provides great cover for returning Steelhead.

The purple leach was swinging in a perfectly lazy arch just in front of the Table Rock when a powerful Steelhead came blasting out from beside the rock to rip it apart. Violent.

Greg Hatten Summer Steelheading

Dan took the rod and I dropped the anchor as the Steelhead moved, a little slower than most, right for the boat. For such a wicked take we were a little surprised by the whitefish tactic.

It didn’t last long. When he got close to the boat, he turned down river and shot, like a bullet directly for the break. I assured Dan “he’ll turn at the rocks and you can recover some line.”

Not this fish.

He didn’t stop or even pause at the rocks and Dan was already into backing. This fish was through the chute and on the other side of the break before I could even get the anchor up.

We followed quickly and Dan recovered line as fast as he could reel. The fish finally turned and our boat was a hundred yards down river from where we started. Dan continued to apply steady pressure and we finally brought the fish to the net. Quite a fight, quite a fish!

Greg Hatten Summer Steelheading

Since we caught that fish on the first pass – we did what any sensible fishermen would do… jumped out, roped up and drug the boat back up through the break so we could fish it again… but first, we had a
beer and a toast!

-GH

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Jay Nicholas Fly Fishing Glossary: Amnesia to Automatic Fly Reel

This is the second installment of The Fly Fishers Glossary: Snippets From the Underbelly of Fly Fishing, Fly Tying, Fish Biology, Dusty old Facts, Hallucinations, and the Plain Truth as I know it.

Jay W. Nicholas

Amnesia
A state of mind that overcomes fly anglers who are contemplating the merits of going off on a fishing trip versus staying home, going to work, or the like, and fulfilling whatever virtual or contractual commitments they may have made. Said anglers are likely to suffer from amnesia in the form of “I promised to do what”?

Any recent or longstanding obligations to family, employers, neighbors, medical professionals, and the like are likely to be obscured by amnesia at these times. Amnesia is most likely to occur during salmon and steelhead season. Trout-season amnesia is not particularly common, and is far less severe. This medical condition is not treatable with FDA approved medications; however, Twelve-step Programs have occasionally offered temporary relief.

Alternate: Amnesia is an obsolete fishing line. This line was manufactured by Sunset Line Company and when stretched, was promoted as suitable for use as a shooting line when fishing shooting heads. Stretching the monofilament line by hand, laying in loose coils on the floor of a boat or in a shooting basket was a pre-casting ritual practiced by salmon and steelhead anglers. Amnesia was offered in black, red, and chartreuse colors. Salmon anglers, especially, had preferences for one color or the other, believing that color choice increased their catch rates.

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Although not manufactured these days, it is common to find old-time salmon anglers who have hoarded somewhere around a thousand spools of the junk. Amnesia is both loved and hated. Typically fished in #30 and #40 pound test, with a double surgeons loop joining it to the shooting head, Amnesia typically has a breaking strength of somewhere between three ounces and four hundred pounds, depending on whether it is wrapped around a harbor seal (#400 Lbs) or if the angler has hooked a big King salmon (3 oz.).

Anti-Trust law Violation
Investigative reporting has revealed that an international conspiracy exists among fly shop owners, a conspiracy intended to bring the fly fishing industry back from the brink of economic disaster during the current global meltdown. This conspiracy involves introduction of the “Dental Floss Fly” as a replacement of the Tube fly, which replaced the Waddington Shank, which replaced the Tungsten Bead fly, which replaced the Skunk.

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Market research predicts that the average fly fisher’s arsenal of fly boxes will reach full capacity of these current and historically popular fly-types during spring of 2010; full capacity as in “stuffed to the gills”. Therefore, the fly fishing industry is busily writing articles, garnering pro-angler testimonials, laying-out ads for magazines and fly fishing catalogs, and stocking up on these Dental Floss Flies in preparation of the strategic unveiling. The bodies of three investigative reporters were discovered last week, victims of drowning in the North Umpqua, wearing fly vests weighted-down with jigs.

Information gleaned to date hints that the Dental Floss Fly will incorporate space-age polymers derived from melted balls of Spey tips pilfered from jockey boxes of trucks parked along the North Umpqua. Dental Floss Flies will be retailed as a discrete unit including Spey leader and fly. Pure marketing genius. As planned, the Dental Floss Fly will retail for $27.95 but will only cost about a twenty-three cents to manufacture. Hypnotic subliminal advertising is already convincing fly fishers that the Dental Floss Fly has superior fish catching abilities. I believe it, and soon you will too. Really.

Aquaculture, salmon farming
This is a heinous practice of raining salmon or steelhead in net-pens in oceanic or estuarine environments, for the intended purpose of making boat-loads of money for the owners of these companies. Let’s get to the point. These are nothing short of nasty, are not ecologically sustainable, pose huge threats to wild salmon, and should be outlawed.

These indisputable assertions are usually ignored by the prospect of providing jobs in small communities, providing cheap protein in the marketplace, and an aversion to interfere with capitalism, and the untoward influence of highly paid lobbyists.

Experience has demonstrated that these salmon farming operations do in fact provide local employment opportunities in economically depressed rural communities, for a while, that is. Then the dang salmon farms become horrific hotbeds of sea lice infested, antibiotic-resistant, PCB-laced, dye-loaded, flaccid chunks of meat that isn’t fit for cat food. So there. I read it in Scientific American, I think.

Eventually, these ecologically sick operations see the chickens come home to roost. But by then the damage has been done to wild fish and the local community suffers the most in this game, while the big corporations move on to pull the wool over the eyes of some new gullible nation.

The only thing to do is pester your legislators to prohibit these monsters ever having an opportunity to be approved anywhere within three light-years of your home waters and to positively and always refuse to eat farmed salmon or steelhead.

Automatic fly reel
Obsolete fly fishing product. What were they thinking? Someone got all enthused with technology and decided to add a big spring to the side of a perfectly good single-action fly reel and market the doo-dad as an Automatic. Ridiculous. The things weighed four times more than a single action reel. Anyway, these were spring-loaded wind-up toys that many innocent fly anglers fell prey to back in the old days. These reels had a lever that, when depressed, caused the spring brake to release and wind the line in. When executed without a trout attached, the line would come shooting into the guides at mach-three, often pulling in all the line and stripping off all the guides from the rod before the hook embedded itself in the angler’s hand.

Another common but unfortunate performance issue involved in releasing the spring brake with a smallish trout attached to the fly. This usually caused said trout to be flung over the angler’s shoulder and into the trees behind, where it would wrap several times around a branch, the leader would break, and the crows would begin to dine on lunch.

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I had an automatic fly reel back in the sixties. It was black and was really fancy because it had one lever to release the spring break and a separate lever to apply friction to the spool, theoretically slowing the rate of line retrieval. I don’t remember who the manufacturer was. I do remember having trouble remembering which lever did what, and alternately having the line shooting in or not shooting in, trout launchings aborted mid-arc. Flies hooked in my nose, and crows complaining by my failure to provide their lunch. I also remember that it was necessary to pre-wind the spring before stripping line from the reel. Too little pre-wind would result in being unable to retrieve a trout within twenty feet of the shore. Too much pre-wind would result in speeds exceeding mach 4 and trout achieving escape velocity, thus denying crows any food whatsoever.

These are now collector’s items, Duh.

-JN

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Time to reduce or remove hatchery rainbows from the McKenzie River

Today the Register-Guard ran a guest editorial we wrote, calling for a reduction or removal of hatchery rainbow trout in the McKenzie River. Now it’s your turn to tell your personal story. Write a letter or email to the Register-Guard. Fisheries managers will hear from the counterargument — and they need to hear from you.

The Register-Guard welcomes letters on topics of general interest. Our length limit is 250 words; all letters are subject to condensation. Writers are limited to one letter per calendar month. Because of the volume of mail, not all letters can be printed. Letters must be signed with the writers full name. An address and daytime telephone number are needed for verification purposes; this information will not be published or released.

Mail letters to:

Mailbag
P.O. Box 10188
Eugene, OR 97440-2188

E-mail: rgletters@registerguard.com. If you email, copy ODFW fisheries biologist Jeff Ziller: jeffrey.s.ziller@state.or.us.

And thanks for the support.
-MS

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North Umpqua Fall Fly Tying Festival — this weekend

North Umpqua Fall Fly Tying Fesitval
Glide Community Center-Glide, OR
Sept. 19th 2009 9am-4:30pm

North Umpqua Fall Fly Tying Fest

There will be 25-30 tyers, misc. displays, Frank Moore and Dean Finnerty are featured guest speakers, John Matthews will be painting flies on vehicles. Presented by the Umpqua Valley Fly Fishers Of Roseburg.

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