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On this perfect morning in April – the Steelhead’s view of Covid-19
Author’s Note: I wrote this here article for your entertainment, and perhaps to offer food for thought. I make no claim regarding the veracity of numbers, logic, scientific accuracy, or commonsense. Since I am, at heart, and angler by genetic predisposition, you should know this already.
On a perfect sunny morning in April, I’d rather be fishing. I’d rather be drifting down the Nestucca or a half dozen other Oregon Rivers, but the Covid-19 pandemic is upon us, as is social distancing, so I will not be fishing this morning, and not tomorrow either.
While some folks are agonizing, tumbled ‘round and ‘round in the emotional cement-mixer of stay-go, go-stay, what-do-the rules-say, how can I get around the rules, who’s-to-stop-me, I’m an American so it’s my right, and so on, I got to thinking what the stay-home order means to the fish.
Yep. I tried putting the steelhead first, and the revelation was stunning.
I’ve been a shut-in self-isolator for nearly thirty-five days now. That’s thirty-five days when I haven’t been swinging flies across classic tailouts on the Nestucca. Thirty-five days when I haven’t been dragging an egg-pattern under an indicator between the runs where I like to wade-fish.
My absence from the river might have allowed, hummmmmm, about a dozen steelhead to avoid getting a hook in their snoot, given that I would have averaged a fish every three days. If you give me a more generous average, my absence might have let two dozen steelhead run up the river without one of my hooks being stuck in the corner of its mouth, the roof of its mouth, in its gill rakers, or down its throat.
If ten or twenty percent of the un-harassed fish I let swim unimpeded up-river didn’t die because I’ve been off the river, that means the spawning population just went up by one or two steelhead.
Not much, but it’s not a bad thing.
However, I was but one among thousands of stuck-at-home anglers, so voila, the steelhead saw a lot fewer dangerous little trinkets and enticing yummy things to eat and explore and otherwise pounce upon and inhale.
My head exploded with the possibilities. How many rank beginners, twenty-fish-a-day guides, dedicated Bobber-Doggers, Jig specialists, Worm fanatics, Blue Fox swingers, Euro nymphers, spoon-chuckers, double-bead drifters, and old-school Hot-Shotters stayed home during the last thirty-five days?
Thousands stayed home during what is possibly one of the hottest months of the winter steelhead season on the Siuslaw, Alsea, South fork of the Coquille, and Umpqua ….. I bet you get the point of where my thinking is going by now.
So while this stay-at-home has been a drag for us anglers, it has been one heck of a welcome respite for the steelhead, the cutthroat, to a lesser degree for the spring chinook.
At first blush, this seemed like a move of potential conservation merit, of possible benefit to wild steelhead. Of course, it also meant a zillion dollars revenue evaporated, jobs lost, spirits crushed, and perhaps working families in ruins.
But if I set the economic and human consequences to the side, the shut-down might have helped the steelhead a little, and as angler/conservationists, this would normally be cause for celebration.
But then another thought hit me in the face like a crisp, sharp edged brick.
This new perspective came at me from an email string left in my path like a trail of bread crumbs. One fellow cited a recent study finding that 60+ percent of Puget Sound smolts get eaten by harbor seals.
Ooooooops. What’s the point of producing more wild (or hatchery smolts) if they get eaten by seals?
But the predation might be “normal,” came the retort in email trail, and besides, what about the cormorants, pollution, water withdrawals, habitat simplification, and habitat degradation, and fish-farms that are filthy with sea lice– the scenario exploded what little grey matter I had left under my Simms ball cap.

I yielded to the complexity then, puked on my fly tying bench, and went back to learning Tai Chi to soothe my daily bout with virus anxiety
My takeaway.
The steelhead’s world is a complicated place, just as our world is. Everything is connected. When someone comes along predicting the effect of this or that action, its difficult to know if they are competently knowledge-of and accurately taking into account all the variables. Who among us really is? We have our own narrow set of beliefs and bias, and that is our frame of reference.
What is certain is this. Anglers, as passionate a gaggle of people as you will ever see, are already divided over issues like
*hatchery versus wild,
*bait versus flies,
*catch-and-kill versus catch-and-release,
*among others.
Being divided, we are ripe for losing what little control we might have over the fish, rivers, and wild lands we love
We anglers are prone to rather quickly setting upon each other, to the amusement of the, the polluters, water users, golf course developers, McMansion brokers, and so on.
What to do?
Just because the world is complicated doesn’t mean that we should throw our hands in the air and give up, Just because we hold on to our seemingly conflicting beliefs doesn’t mean that we should rip our shirts off and start a cage fight.
We need to stand together, united by our love for fishing, clean rivers, public access to places where we and our families can experience a little, at least, of what was common in the 1950s, 60s, and 70s. That’s not asking for too much, really, is it?
I think it is not.
If you are a member of an advocacy group, ask your fellow members to make friends with members of other advocacy groups. You know the kind of groups. I’m talking about.
Association of Northwest Steelheaders.
Can’t be done, you say?
My group can’t work with those people.
We don’t need them.
Fine, go home to your own corner and sulk. File your lawsuits and lobby your legislator friends.
And don’t be surprised when the power players who represent land development, deforestation, waste disposal, mining, and commercial fish farming to name just a few examples – don’t be surprised when they mow us all to the bare dirt .
Gotta go now. Got some flies to tie, leaders to stuff into leader wallets, and maybe a few yarnies to tie.
It’s gonna be time to fish any day now.
Jay Nicholas – April 17th 2020
Thoughts About How to Approach Fly Fishing in Covid-19
This article first appeared April 8th on Meateater written by Joe Cermele.
The last week of March Raritan Bay really caught fire. This 70,000-acre piece of water, part of the New York bight, is flanked by North Jersey and Staten Island. The Manhattan skyline at the mouth of the Hudson River paints the bay’s northern backdrop. Every spring, Raritan gives cabin fever-racked salty anglers their first crack at big striped bass. The fish pile into this shallow, confined bay in April to stage for the spawn, and targeting them on a weekend can give a whole new meaning to “combat fishing.”
This year, Raritan isn’t just the nucleus of early-season striper action; it also sits in the epicenter of some of the hottest COVID-19 zones in the country. Neither nation-high infection numbers nor stay-at-home orders from both New Jersey and New York seem to be discouraging many anglers from crowding onto boats or lining up at ramps.
For clarity, I’m not suggesting we stop fishing—quite the opposite. I want us to be able to keep fishing. Getting on the water, albeit less frequently than before the pandemic, is one of the few things I can do that still feels normal. Unfortunately, after yesterday’s closure of all state and county parks in New Jersey, I now have far fewer options where I can feed my fishing fix.
What disappointed me most during the Raritan Bay striper eruption was the number of “high-profile” captains and anglers posting videos and photos from the bay with boats full of buddies. It’s simply impossible to maintain 6 feet of distance on a boat. Many states (including NY and NJ) strongly recommend that if you’re going to fish on a boat, go alone or with only members of your immediate household. That’s what I’m doing.
While I want everyone in those photos and social media posts to remain healthy, let’s not forgot that people are dying, and slowing the spread of this disease is what matters first. But the point here is bigger and well, more selfish. I want to be able to keep fishing straight through this whole coronavirus outbreak. In order to do that, I need my home state to keep fishing open. Failure to abide by social distancing directives lead to the shutdown of all recreational fishing in Washington State. In the article published on Foxnews.com on March 26, WDFW Fish Program director Kelly Cunningham presented a clear justification for the harsh decision.
“We’ve seen an uptick in outdoor recreation at some locations in recent weeks as people have looked for ways to get outside,” he said. “We’ve had reports of crowded boat ramps and busy fishing on some rivers, which runs counter to the governor’s direction to stay home and practice social distancing.”
Washington state should serve as a cautionary tale of what happens when governors and state agencies are put in the precarious position of balancing the need to control a pandemic outbreak with the desire to maintain the rights of citizens. Presently, Washington’s fishing ban has not been lifted, and on Monday the state announced a suspension of all spring bear and turkey hunting until at least May 4. The thing is, it didn’t have to happen that way. We, as outdoorsmen and women, have the power to prevent that situation from repeating all over the country. The more we disregard social distancing recommendations, the more pressure we put on state governments to keep us in check. The solution is simple: stay away from each other until this all blows over and we can keep fishing, hunting, and playing outside. But we’re clearly failing to do that, as we’re seeing more and more closures pile up as the weeks drag on.
The rules about what we can and can’t do are changing fast, but it’s on us to stay current and stay in compliance, just like any other hunting and fishing regulations. Social media isn’t helping (I know, what a shock), spreading a free-for-all of misinformation. “I read about it on Facebook” is still not a defense for violating fish and game laws, even during a pandemic. If you’re having difficulty navigating the sea of changing restrictions and social media hearsay, you can find the most up-to-date news on outdoor-related rules, closures, and seasons by state here.
If you’re looking for guidance on getting outdoors and enjoying our sports in a way that won’t negatively impact future government decisions, look West (just try to ignore Washington). The guidelines in place in states with more open land and fewer people are valuable no matter where you live. I reached out to Rachel Schmidt, the director of the Montana Office of Outdoor Recreation. With her insight, we’ve put together what we believe are best practices for outdoor recreation during this unprecedented time. And yes, some of these suggestions might be hard to swallow, but it’s all in the interest of keeping us outside now and getting back to normal life faster.
Be Prepared to be Alone
I’ve owned three boats in my life, and I didn’t buy any of them so I could spend more time fishing alone. The social aspects of hunting and fishing are what many of us love, but this is the time to put them on hold. It’s easy to tell yourself that you’re healthy and being cautious, and so are your pool of buddies, therefore there’s no harm in jumping on a boat or driving to turkey camp together. But millions of people are thinking the same way—in essence believing this virus is not going to affect their circles. And let’s be honest with ourselves, some of these same buddies have a history of contracting other “social diseases.” Hell, one of my fishing buddies contracted foot and mouth disease, twice. The mentality of keeping to your “inner circle” can still spread COVID-19, especially given that some of the biggest infectors didn’t even know they had it for a week or more.
In a recent Angling Trade story titled “The Coronavirus Elephant in the Fly-Fishing Room,” editor Kirk Deeter interviews Dr. Cliff Watts, a veteran ER doctor and avid angler. The story takes a deep dive into the practical and moral dos and don’ts of fishing during the pandemic, but when asked if fishing on a boat—particularly a drift boat—can be done safely, Dr. Watt’s answer was essentially “no.”
“Most drift boats mandate that the rower and the fisherperson be less than 6 feet apart,” Watts said. “The person downwind of a sneeze, or a spit, would be vulnerable to ‘droplets’ and hence there could be a significant potential to spread any virus.”
Fish and hunt alone, or as many government agencies suggest, only have close contact in the woods and water with people who live under your roof. If you must go out with a close buddy for safety or other reasons, drive separately, wade fish instead of using the boat, and keep proper distance during the trip. Hopefully in the coming weeks, there will be a relaxing of social distancing guidelines that allow us to enjoy the outdoors with friends in a normal fashion again, but while we’re still in the thick of it, follow the rules.
Rethink Where You Recreate
Social distancing while enjoying the outdoors has created an odd conundrum in many areas. While theoretically it’s not difficult to stay 6 feet away from other people, it is when parks, trails, and recreation areas across the country are seeing massive influxes of visitors. This crowding forced many states to close down certain areas, but according to Schmidt, there is more at play when governments consider the shutdown of public lands than simply the spreading of the virus. It boils down to behaviors triggered by the need to social distance.
“If parking lots are crowded, don’t try to fit by making new parking spaces or parking outside of the trailhead parking area on the side of the road,” Schmidt said. “If established trails are crowded, don’t blaze new trails in heavily used areas. These actions cause damage to the resources.”
According to Schmidt, with many public recreation areas operating with little or no staff, they don’t have the manpower to police these infractions. The solution is just shutting the area down completely.
“When Montana’s governor announced the stay at home order, he asked residents to use good judgment when it comes to outdoor activities,” Schmidt said. “That means maybe finding a different trail or keeping outdoor recreation closer to home. The number one goal of everyone at this moment is preventing the spread of a very serious virus, but if that goal is not compatible with responsible recreation, the recreation in certain locations will have to be put on pause.”
I caught up with Deeter at Angling Trade, who offered another perspective to consider when deciding where you’re going to recreate. It speaks directly to the growing number of people with the desire to leave the crowds—and in many cases, a COVID hot zone—behind.
“If you’re going to drive to fish, it should be for minutes, not hours,” Deeter said. “It’s not cool to drive from Denver to the Frying Pan, or from Seattle to Montana right now, but people are doing it. You have to think about the rural communities you’re heading to. They don’t want your ass there. They don’t have the infrastructure to handle an uptick in cases. Help them now by not showing up to fish, and then help them later by showing up when this is over. That’s when they’ll need you.”
Now Isn’t the Time to be Daring
Western states like Colorado and Montana were quick to advise against backcountry skiing and rock climbing, in some cases attempting to shut it down entirely. The directive is aimed at minimizing the need to tie up rescue crews, medical personnel, and medical facilities with unnecessary injuries during the pandemic. Skiers and climbers are naturally more prone to injury than hunters and anglers, however, the message from these ski-heavy states should resonate with every outdoorsman across the country.
Now is not the time to be adventurous. That section of unexplored river you’re dying to run in your kayak can wait. Suck it up and fish the easy-access water instead of crawling down a canyon to check out a new stream. If you’re running a boat alone, don’t push off 30 miles. Keep it close to the beach. Don’t head out into the steepest, rockiest terrain you can think of looking for turkeys or spring bears. Hunt the usual haunts you know well and consider staying closer to the trailhead than you normally would.
This may seem trivial and like an edict from the fun police, but imagine breaking an ankle or wrist right now. How eager are you to go visit an emergency room for an injury that could have easily been avoided? Not only could this increase the odds that you’ll be exposed to the virus, but your injury could potentially slow or hinder care to a patient with COVID-19.
Leave No Trace
I hope that everyone reading this already follows the “leave no trace” principle. Schmidt, however, pointed out that it has never been more critical than right now. Being a steward in the outdoors will directly correlate to fewer closures of boat ramps, parks, and recreation areas.
“If there’s a garbage can at your favorite trailhead, don’t throw anything in it,” she said. “Pack your trash out. If there’s a public bathroom on site, don’t use it. It’s easy in this situation to put land managers in a very tight spot because if they have to shut the bathrooms down due to lack of resources, manpower, or health risk to maintenance staff, people will relieve themselves behind or around the outhouse, and then you have a human waste hazard situation. If they leave facilities open with minimal maintenance, people complain that the facilities are not being kept up to par. It’s a very delicate balance.”
The way to tip that balance in our favor is simply minimizing our impact as we enjoy the outdoors right now, particularly in places with more visitors. Launch the boat, fish, and leave promptly when you’re done. Shorten your duration in the field; go home for lunch instead of packing in a picnic.
There are lots of reasons for fear and anxiety right now, and even outdoor recreation, our sanity safe haven, feels threatened. Recently, states like Ohio, Kentucky, and Nebraska closed turkey license sales to non-residents and are requiring out-of-state hunters to quarantine for 14 days after entering the state. Even in Raritan Bay, some townships have shut down popular waterfront fishing spots and municipal parking lots as a result of weekend crowds. Non-residents are being asked to please stay away. Washingtonians are completely locked out of their hunting and fishing, and several states including Illinois, New Mexico, Oregon, Mississippi, New Jersey, and Texas have shuttered their state parks.
But let’s please take the long view here. This is one season in a lifetime, and if we all hunt, fish, and play outside more conservatively and responsibly, we might not lose the privilege altogether. Not only are we doing the right thing for our society in this tough time, we might also find some small, long-term benefit from less-molested wildlife. Imagine what a season of lighter harvest might do for future turkey populations. Think of how reduced pressure on a bay loaded with prespawn stripers could boost the population in years to come. We have to make some sacrifices now for the good of every person in the country, but take solace in the fact that in some instances, you are subsequently doing it for the good of the fish and game species you love.
Featured image by Stanley Kosinski.
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Social Distancing and Fly Fishing
A Friend Shared this article with me from the New York Times. Enjoy!
My Isolation Breaking Point
I can’t wait for social distancing to end, so I can be alone again.
By Matt Labash
Mr. Labash is the author of “Fly Fishing With Darth Vader.”
In this endless war against Covid-19, I have tried to be a dutiful soldier. I’ve mostly stayed home to binge-watch and binge-eat (bad news and Fig Newtons, respectively). I’ve yet to poleax any octogenarians as they dive-tackle the last pack of Cottonelle. I only sneeze on immediate family. I’m a regular Audie Murphy.
But even we stoical war-hero types have our breaking point, and I’ve reached mine. My governor, Larry Hogan, banned recreational fishing in his recent stay-at-home order, intended to halt the spread of the coronavirus.
As a proud citizen (now, inmate) of Maryland, once un-ironically nicknamed the “Free State,” I’ve always liked Mr. Hogan. He’s stout and feisty, more workhorse than show pony. He hates many of the same things I do, like high taxes and Pennsylvania (whose tributaries pollute our Chesapeake Bay). He’s that filthiest of words in the modern Republican Party — a centrist. I’ve voted for him twice.
But now I’m rethinking my drink. In early days, when Mr. Hogan started closing schools and “nonessential” businesses, we avid fly fishermen thought our biggest problem would be our parks and rivers getting overrun by newbies, many of whom hadn’t seen sunlight in years. Stir-Crazy Nation now had nowhere else to go (including to jobs, now being eliminated at alarming speed).
A clueless dad, out for a walk with the family, skipped rocks across my fishing buddy’s favorite brown-trout hole as he was trying to fish it, unaware of river etiquette. At one of my go-to bass spots, I witnessed a roving band of bored teenagers throwing rocks at geese across the pond. They came nowhere near hitting them — the noodle-armed delinquents probably hadn’t lifted anything heavier than a PlayStation controller since seventh grade. Still, I couldn’t wait for all this “social distancing” to end, so I could be alone again.
But at least we had fishing. Or did. On March 30, the governor issued a confusing edict. While still allowing “outdoor exercise recreation” such as hiking, running and biking, he banned everything but “essential” activities. For most fishermen, fishing regularly is essential for mental health — more useful than therapy, Zoloft and even bourbon whiskey.
With much confusion over whether fishing was banned, Maryland’s Department of Natural Resources offered clarification: Those “who fish as a matter of sustenance” could still fish, but in all cases “catch-and-release fishing is strictly prohibited anywhere in Maryland.”
The coronavirus, apparently, isn’t the only epidemiological disaster. As Yossarian said in “Catch-22,” “Insanity is contagious.”
Never mind that most fly fishers, nearly all catch-and-releasers, need at least 50 feet of space to ply their craft, 7.3 times beyond social-distancing guidelines, unless they want to bury a zug bug in someone’s cornea on the backcast.
Never mind that the Environmental Protection Agency has relaxed enforcement standards during the crisis, so that it is now more lawful in Maryland for a petroleum company to dump pollutants in a river than it is for me to stand in one and catch a fish without killing it.
What made me snap was when the Department of Natural Resources stipulated that charter boats could still go out, as long as they were fishing for food and kept it to fewer than 10 people.
I frequently see these crowded boats zip by me while striper-fishing the jetties of the Chesapeake. And while I don’t begrudge a skipper making a living, just picturing their pink-faced sports floating by on a party barge, listening to bad bro-country while downing Fireball shots, as the boat catches their fish while trolling … well, that was just too much.
So, I did what I always do when the world stops making sense — went fishing.
I grabbed my trusty six-weight and my sentimental-favorite vest, which now has more holes than pockets, though I can’t seem to throw it away. I went to a nearby farm pond, half-scummed over with algae, but which is so tucked away, I drove by it for 15 years without knowing it was there. I brought a makeshift creel (a knapsack lined with a Safeway bag), in case I had to fake a fish homicide if a natural resources officer rolled up on me.
As the sun slipped behind the tree line, while spring peepers tuned up the band, I caught a mess of largemouth and crappie and bluegill, each of them somehow managing to wriggle out of my hand before they made it to the creel. Yet they didn’t have me feeling like an outlaw; they made me feel what they always do: gratitude. Helping me live just a little lighter.
As Jim Harrison wrote: “Fishing does what poet Tom Crawford said about bird watching: It removes the weight of what we’re not.”
While too many of our fellow citizens have perished, while two of my cousins and one of my nephews are in quarantine, while the woman at Safeway courageously bagging my groceries told me she was staying healthy, “but some girl at Giant just died” (she offered this matter-of-factly, a-grocer-turned-grizzled-infantryman), it was good to see old friends. They might just be fish. But they’ll do. Especially with the rest of our friends locked away.
Matt Labash, formerly a national correspondent at The Weekly Standard, is the author of “Fly Fishing with Darth Vader.”
Native Fish Society – Homewaters: Rise-Up! Online Auction
The Homewaters: Rise-Up! Online Auction begins THIS SATURDAY with the opening of Super Silent bidding. Register now for your chance to bid on some of our best Super Silent and Live Auction Items.
Here’s a breakdown of the timeline:
12:01 am Saturday, April 11th:
Super Silent Bidding is open.
8:00 am on Thursday, April 16th:
Super silent bidding end. The BIG FISH TICKET winner will be announced!
We still have a few of these tickets left, so make sure to GET ‘EM WHILE YOU CAN
for your chance at any ONE Live Auction Item for just $100.
To purchase, call Tracy at 503-344-4218.
8:30 am on Thursday, April 16th:
Bidding for Live Auction Items and Special Appeal begins!
7pm on Saturday, April 18th:
Live Item bidding comes to a close with a 30-min LIVE STREAMED EVENT.
If you weren’t excited enough, here’s a little preview of some of our super awesome, Super Silent items. You can view the whole list here.
FULL DAY UMPQUA
Donors: Capt. Logan Johnson, Feather Flingers Fishing
Details: 2 anglers / 1 guided day
Dates: Mutually agreed upon
RAFT WILD SOUTHERN OREGON
Donors: Northwest Rafting Company
Details: 1 guest / 4 days rafting the Rogue or Illinois River
Dates: Mutually agreed upon
TRAIN YOUR DOG TO DO THE TRUFFLE SHUFFLE
Donors: Doug DeRoy
Details: 3 sessions of truffle hunting lessons for your pup
Dates: Mutually agreed upon
Unsure about how to register? Watch Native Fish Society’s Executive Director Mark Sherwood take you step-by-step through the online auction registration process.
Still need help?
Contact Tracy or Isabelle or call 503.344.4218
Catch Magazine – Going Green – Green Drakes on the Metolius
Brighter days are ahead, Green Drakes on the Metolius and upper McKenzie is definitely something to look forward to.
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Employee Pictures April 2020
Some pictures from our staff at Caddis Fly Shop for your enjoyment.
Chris…

George Cook and Eric Neufeld long time Sage, Rio, Redington, Simms, Winston, Smith factory reps visited us our last Season at Cedar Lodge Feb. 2019
Bryson…

Dad stocked his farm pond in 2017 with 700 1” trout. Fast forward 2 years, Dad calls me up and says, “Son I was walking by the pond and those trout I stocked are jumping,” so I packed up my Redington Butter Stick Rod and headed out to Noti and caught a few on a small foam dry. Switched to a small bead head prince and caught them on every cast. Wish I knew what strain they are because the markings are very unique and beautiful. Memorable afternoon spent with my pops.
Hayden…
Lou…

If you didn’t get out there…the sea run season last year was epic! The fly of choice, as always, the Borden Special.

The largest fish to date on my favorite section of the Willamette: Marshall Island to Harrisburg. Caught while Euro Nymphing from my boat.

Toughest place to pay attention while fishing…too many darn things of beauty either flying or just showing up on the horizon. Love Crane Prairie!

The Beast on the Deschutes launching pad for a multi day trip. The rumors of the river level rising when the Beast entered the water are completely false.
Peter…
Greg…
Jay…

The Nicholas’ cabin in Pacific City, August 2019. The Deer is going to start chewing on those Simms waders!

View though Jay’s Windshield at the Boat Hole on the Nestucca, June 2019. The salmon will be on their way soon.
Be Good,
Caddis Fly Shop Staff

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The Dean River for $100 – Native Fish Society Raffle
Steelheaders, forget your bucket list, this is a shot at the Holy Grail!
Thanks to the remarkable generosity of one Native Fish Lifetime Member, we are raffling off a seven-day adventure for one angler to Hodson’s Dean River Lodge during dry-fly prime time: August 6th – August 13th, 2020. That’s right, this is your only shot at fishing the hallowed waters of the Dean River and supporting wild steelhead conservation across the Pacific Northwest for just $100.
The link to by tickets is here: DEAN FOR $100
Starting today we’re raffling off 250 tickets, each for $100 – with no limit on the number of tickets per person. All ticket sales are first-come, first-served, and when we run out, we’ll pull the lucky winner. Proceeds support Native Fish Society’s work cultivating a groundswell of public support to reviving abundant wild fish across the Pacific Northwest.
Our lucky winner will spend the first three, not-soon-to-be-forgotten days, skating up some of the most powerful and aggressive wild summer steelhead in the world. This is water that fishing travel guru Ken Morrish wrote, “In all fairness, the water surrounding the upper camp may be some of the finest trophy steelhead dry fly water in the world.” Then it gets even better. You’ll chopper downriver and spend the next three days fishing at the lower main Hodson’s lodge, just seven short miles from the salt, above the famous Dean River falls. Be prepared to see your backing on a daily, if not hourly basis.
This once in a lifetime trip includes all meals, guided fishing from Dean River jet boats, a privately chartered flight from Vancouver, B.C. to Bella Coola B.C., and a spectacular helicopter ride over hanging glaciers and snow-capped peaks into the upper Dean River. To cap it all off, Danny Hodson, the Hodson Family, and their guide staff are pioneers of the Dean River fishery. You’ll be spending a whole week fishing some of the most storied water in fly fishing, with some of the most knowledgeable folks in the business.
LINK TO BUY YOUR TICKETS IS HERE: DEAN for $100
Don’t miss your shot at the holy grail of steelhead fly fishing. Get your Dean for $100 tickets while they last!
*Does not include travel to Vancouver B.C., licenses, or gratuity
Raffle tickets on sale: February 24 – April 14, 2020
Drawing: April 15th, 2020, 3pm
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