Fishing

This morning I got to the GOMH just after 5AM. The water was up even higher and the wind was blowing in hard on the North side. My first fish of the morning was this chunky 19" jumper on the swamp gas Grass Pig. Later on in the morning I got 20" slob of a jumpin bullhead. She was probably over 5lbs as that she was full of eggs. I fished some of the morning for silver bullheads with T.H.E. Jig and a minnow. I got this minnow of a bullhead. On the very next cast I got this slabber bullhead. 13" That was the only decent one I caught. I went back to the North side and got a toothy bullhead. 22" I quit fishing as a quarter to 8AM.

The Malheur Field Station was my next stop after a great trip on the Deschutes last week. I was not the greatest advocate of bird watching prior to visiting the Malheur Field Station. Frankly, it was a bunch of buildings … Continue reading →

Salmon of the Tongass (courtesy of americansalmonforest.org) There are pockets of wild places here in the Lower 48—pockets of mountain peaks and backcountry lakes, deserts and wild rivers. In a big patch of central Idaho, there are no roads, just mountains and trees and boulders and sky. A map of the Wind Rivers Range shows a thousand blue specks of backcountry lakes. In some of those lakes, there are golden trout so beautiful that it hurts. But down here in the Lower 48 such places are the exception rather than the rule. Down here, we’ve got a lot of buildings and roads and people. Alaska is home to roughly 700,000 people. That is less than one-fifth the population of Los Angeles, less than half the population of Idaho. It is near the population of Vermont. In square miles, Alaska is 65 times larger than Vermont. Alaska is nearly four times the size of Montana and twice the size of Texas.  Alaska’s population density is 1.2 people per square mile. The country’s average population density is more than 87 people per square mile. I would argue that a lack of people is a requirement for wildness—at least for the wildness that most of us prefer. There is another kind of wildness that I think is inherent in people. It manifests itself as greed and arrogance and in a dozen other ways. It is a wildness that cares only for itself. It is the type of wildness we are looking to escape from when we go to Alaska. *** I don’t know a lot about the Tongass National Forest. I know what I read on TU’s site and on the links that accompanied this writing contest. But that’s not much. I do know that I dream of most often of places I know little about. I don’t know much about Kamchatka or the outer realms of Patagonia or even the South Island of New Zealand. For me, these places are shrouded in a mystery that makes them seem both dangerous and incredible. There are not enough of those places left. The Tongass seems like such a place. It’s a temperate rainforest the size of West Virginia. It has more salmon, more trout, and more bears living together than any pocket of wildness down here in the Lower 48. It’s a place ruled by wildness. Here in Idaho we’ve got a river we call the Salmon and a lake we call Redfish. We’ve got tales of rivers red with fish. We’ve got a history of salmon. But the salmon in Idaho are, for the most part, history. And all the wildness, the history—even the money they could bring—is gone with them. I’ve fished our Salmon River and some of its trout-laden tributaries. I’ve seen two Salmon in those streams. The first was in a side channel of the main stem. The fish was swimming quietly a thousand miles from the ocean, dying slowly—one dignified piece of gray flesh at a time. The other fish was miles into the backcountry, resting in a deep pool on a tributary that once teemed with salmon. High up on the trail my brother and I could see the dark missile shape—incredibly outsized for the small stream and easy to see in the clean water—holding five or six feet below the surface behind a massive boulder. We spent a week on that stream fishing for trout. We never saw another salmon. In their own way, those fish are symbolic of the salmon’s tale once civilization gets involved. Both fish were clinging to exceptions of wildness and just barely hanging on. So when I think about those two fish and then think about Alaska and schools of salmon that turn rivers red, I can’t help but think that places like the Tongass—places where wildness is the rule rather than the exception—are worth protecting. This is my submission to the Trout Unlimited 2013 Blogger Tour sponsored by Fishpond, Tenkara USA and RIO, and hosted by the Outdoor Blogger Network. This piece was derived from a piece I wrote several years ago, in case you are interested in the writing process (and my own thought process, which seems unlikely).  See Jess’s entry here. Tags: Water Worth Saving

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We had a tremendous flurry of caddis, sulphurs and March Brown spinners just before dark. Every fish in the vicinity was up grazing on the surface. Each fish was apparently making their own assessment of the proceedings as they seemed to each be feeding on different insects. I discovered at dark that I was fishing without a fly, likely lost in a previous encounter, and yielded the few remaining risers to Stew who promptly hooked up with a PIG! This brown had two well healed, parallel and blueish scars, seen above just above Stew's index and middle fingers. We imagined that they had been caused by a run-in with the talons of one of the hawks that frequent the area. FYI for Curly, Stew walked home from there.

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Despite a miserable finish at Lake Eufaula, I'm still moving on up in the AOY standings. I finished 55th - just a few ounces away from a $10,000 check - and I can tell you that is not fun at all. I now sit in 36th place with two events remaining. The goal is to sneak into that top 15, which will require a couple of very strong tournaments.

After a quick scan of the 2013 FLW Tour Angler of the Year standings race it's readily apparent that the top of the leaderboard is currently dominated by plenty of the usual suspects - Brent Ehrler, Bryan Thrift, Andy Morgan, Jason Powroznik and Koby Kreiger. However, if you look closely, there is one name that seems to leap right off the page: Drew Benton, Panama City, Fla. - sixth place overall.