Thursday, May 25, 2017
If you found this bug in your house, you'd be calling an exterminator.
On the river, I think they make fishermen and women just as excited as the fish that eat them.
Last week I got the opportunity to fish the legendary salmonfly hatch on the Deschutes and the biomass that crawled around on the banks and grasses were as advertised.
If you've never had a 2-3 inch double winged crawling bug land on your neck mid cast, you'd bet your life it makes the hair on your neck stand at attention.
They're so damn big, lumbering around on everything and blasting through the air.
As a joke I ate one. It had oak overtones with a hint of cherry and spices.
They taste like shit, with just the right crunch to really make you question your decision. It's not like the fish gave me any points for solidarity and jumped on my fake offerings at a faster rate.
But to the fish, I'm sure they're the piscatorial equivalent to medium rare T-bones rolling down the river.
Monday, May 22, 2017
Monday, May 15, 2017
2017 LOST RIVER FILM CO. PRODUCTION REEL from LOST RIVER FILM CO. on Vimeo.
Man, that video has got all the feels that you want.
The demo reel is from Lost River Film Co., 3 man team that flat out produces amazing work.
To me, great work behind the camera brings out the emotion and finds it outside of the grip and grins and normal go to shots. From their ethos on their site:
THERE’S NO TEXTBOOK THAT TELLS YOU WHEN YOU’VE GOT THE RIGHT SHOT, STORY, OR LINE. THERE’S NO SHORTCUT TO A PROFOUND SENSE OF PLACE OR CONNECTION TO A CULTURE. WE FILM AND PHOTOGRAPH THE WEST BECAUSE IT’S IN OUR BLOOD; IT’S WHERE WE’RE FROM AND WHAT WE KNOW.
Here here! Cant wait to see more work from Drew, Bobby and Ivan in the near future
For more of their films and work, check out Lost River Film Co. Vimeo page.
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
May 19th is a big night for the Spokane River
The Spokane River Forum is hosting their annual benefit and auction to raise funds and create more advocates for the amazing asset to our town, the Spokane River
Rare is a river that cuts through the middle of hundreds of thousands of people that also can provide an amazing resource of recreation, civic pride, fishing opportunities, whitewater rafting and so much more. The story of the Spokane River is one of restoration and recovery. Decades of abuse followed by decades of resiliency and now hopefully a strong legacy is being laid down of advocacy.
The issues still facing the river and it's watershed are numerous. Toxic runoff, excess sediment coming in from it's tributaries, remaining issues from a bygone era of hard rock mining in it's headwaters and more.
But to me, the biggest challenge is apathy from it's surrounding residents.
What the river needs to be honest is more people on it and understanding what a asset we really have. I've personally taken people on my raft who are just blown away at what they see on the river less than 10 minutes outside of downtown. Moose, Beaver, Osprey, Deer on the land and hard fighting native Redband Rainbows and Whitefish below in the water.
More people using the river = more advocates = a healthier river in the future.
Take it from Sean Visintainer, owner of the Silver Bow Fly Shop. The river means a lot to him, his business and our community.
Register for the event HERE and more information can be found on their FB EVENT PAGE
So on May 19th, I highly encourage you to be a part of this great benefit for the Spokane River.
Friday, May 5, 2017
Another great event is on the docket for lovers of the outdoors, hunting, fishing and public lands.
Backcountry Hunters and Anglers is hosting a Wild Game Feed at Big Barn Brewery in Greenbluff just north of Spokane this Saturday evening. As the poster says, bring a wild dish or side if your able to share and engage in some of the best conversation on conservation around
I am so proud to be a member of BHA, and the people I've gotten to know over the past 2 years in the organization are the real deal in the fight to preserve public lands.
If you're looking for a group that stands up for everyone's right to public land access and preservation, BHA is it.
Join them/us this Saturday night at this great event.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Wow, THANK YOU.
The Spokane showing of Bloodknot's movie Our Two Hands was a smashing success.
Months and months of planning came to fruition last Thursday and the community rallied to support the event to benefit the Wild Steelhead Coalition.
At the end of the night, I felt so proud.
Proud to be a part of a conservation community that comes out to support events like this. You cant have the film showing without people who fill the seats.
Proud to be have great relationships with businesses and guides in the fly fishing industry that brought the noise with donations, with hardly a question asked. There's no way to raise the kind of money we did that night
Proud that other conservation groups like Spokane Falls Trout Unlimited, Spokane Women on the Fly, Backcountry Hunters and Anglers, Spokane Riverkeeper, Spokane River Forum and Spokane Fly Fishers cam out to man booths and promote the event. We're part of a community that gets the job done and I cant thank them enough.
Proud to have the volunteers and family step up to put on a showing that went about as well as I could have asked for.
In the end, attendee's wallets were wide open and helped us gross over $7400 dollars. In the end after expenses, $6000 will go to the Wild Steelhead Coalition to help continue our mission of recovery for wild steelhead across their range.
When I sat down near the end of the film in the back of the room to observe the crowd watching the film and it's great message, all I saw were backs of people's heads locked into the movie. Nary a conversation, people were spellbound and hopefully absorbing the information that Our Two Hands presented them with.
I believe we created more advocates that night.
And that's worth more to me than anything else.
Look for a summer tour of Our Two Hands, more info to come via the Bloodknots FB page
Monday, April 24, 2017
As we approached the property we had permission on, I noticed the telltale form of a gobbler in the corner of the field.
With OMR waiting in the truck, I began my stalk on the unsuspecting turkey
The field had not been hunted in the opening week because of the normal gently flowing creek that bisected the farmers field was a raging torrent. Upon further inspection I found one way to cross it, shielded by a rise in the field so the turkey wouldn't event know I was there
A few hen calls and that baby should be rolling in on a string to meet it's end. A perfect plan it was going to be
As I popped my head over the rise in the field, 10 whitetail deer which were unseen on the road busted me and ran right at the turkey. As I'm watching this happen, I hear the truck's engine roar to life about 200 yards behind me.
"What in the hell is he doing" I think to myself as I stand up and begin to try and signal OMR that the hunt is over at that point. He continues to back out of the old barnyard, to the pavement and then zooms away leaving me stranded frantically waving at him trying to figure out what in the hell he was doing.
Now I know my father would never leave me, but it was such a strange move. In all the years we've traipsed about the woods, I've never seen him up and drive off unannounced and off plan.
Did the landowner about face and come yell at him with out me knowing?
Was he having some medical emergency?
Was he possessed by Sasquatch's alpha brainwaves, rendering him certifiably nuts?
Hell if I knew.
Dejected at the failed stalk and somewhat nervous about why he left, I began the walk back to the road thinking he may have just repositioned up on the road. Now I was about 100 yards downstream of my initial creek crossing and in some strange line of thinking I thought I could just beeline it for the road and not go back to where I had crossed.
I gingerly began walking into the flooded portion of the field, taking time to asses each step and make sure I was taking a safe route through the creek's path
Then it happened. One step I was fine, next step I fell off a cliff into a rushing hole of 10 foot deep water.
The rush of full submersion in icy water is no joke. Clutching my gun, I grabbed the opposite shore and drug myself out of the channel that wasn't more than 6 feet wide. As I stood up, there was OMR returning to the barnyard. He watched the whole folly in realtime himself
Scary, yes. Stupid, yes.
We met in the barnyard both yelling at each other at the same time
"What in the hell were you doing"
"Why in *&&^% did you drive off"
"Why didnt you cross where you crossed earlier"
"When have you ever just DRIVEN OFF"
Dad and I often yell at each other like brothers. In this case, it was nervous energy on both sides of our predicament coming out in a colorful vocal display of displeasure.
As I stripped off the drenched ice cold clothes, he explained to me he had just driven down the road a bit to get a better look at the field to see if the bird was coming in.
Oh, so it wasnt Sasquatch's fault....
Assessing the damages, I had a wet gun, drenched clothing and ego.
I always have extra clothing in my fishing bag. Turkey hunting, nope.
Thus, I had the misfortune of riding home in a old pair of camo hunting bibs and nothing else
That is a hot look.
After the anger and confusion wore off 10 minutes down the road, I just started laughing. Dad started smiled and then laughing as well. There would be no turkey on this foray afield. We got something better.
A story for life.