Thursday, May 17, 2018
I'm just up for air after taking in the whole 7 part podcast series "Bundyville" from award winning journalist Lean Sottile, Long Reads and Oregon Public Broadcasting
It's a full detail on the Bundy family saga and their attack on public lands in the west. It's a beautiful example of in depth reporting that finds the nuances and clashes that go back a hundred years or more that boiled up and created what we saw in 2014 at the Bundy Ranch and eventually Malheur National Wildlife Refuge
If you're a public lands advocate, I hightly suggest spending some time and listening to this series. Get to know the players saga. See how the federal land transfer advocates are cozying up to this crazy family. Make your own conclusions on how this rogue family is trying to create their own set of rules and inciting violence all while giving the middle finger to public land owners in this country.
It's worth your time.
Click HERE to start your journey down this rabbit hole. Enjoy.
Friday, May 11, 2018
Monday, May 7, 2018
Sure, you've a few labs in drift boats before. They always give me a smile
But how many of them are 100% blind and fully capable of having a hell of a time on river.
Pate is my buddy Zack's best friend and at 10 years old, he wasnt given a good shake when it comes to eyes. One eye is completely gone post surgery, and the other is just a fixture.
It doesnt matter. Sure he bumps into a tree or two, maybe racks his shoulder on a boat seat here and there.
All he cares about....
is that he gets his licks when a fish is at hand.
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
Out with the gigantic and in with the teeny tiny traditionals. One of the wonders of steelhead is the variance of what they will grab. They'll eat full dress Atlantic Salmon flies, and then stoop to eat a pink worm. You never know, do you?
More examples of feathers and frills HERE.
Friday, April 27, 2018
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
For all that is holy, would you just let the fish have sex and stop fishing for spawners on their beds.
Browns are fall spawners. Rainbows are spring spawners. Summer run steelhead, in the Columbia River Basin typically are spawning late Feb-May.
No amount of likes or bro-fives is worth fishing for spawners.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
The wind ripped all day, screaming down the canyon making casting an adventure.
It was foreign water, but friends had told me that if the wind shuts off, be ready because the switch will throw and shit will go down
The day was productive up until that point. Several browns graced me with their presence via the bobber and a couple came in via chucking meat. After a fall and winter throwing nothing but the long rod, it was a joyous feeling of being on a small intimate river catching fish that we really dont have much of around my home. Yes, I think i giggled a bit throughout the day
Still the wind was relentless, holding off the main event. I drove up the canyon with about an hour of fishing time before I had to leave, and found a suitable spot to throw the bobber rod.
Two casts into the new spot the wind mercifully laid down. The angry storm clouds that surrounded the canyon all day briefly let in the sun and immediately, I began to see what I had came for.
The tiny Blue Wing Olives danced in the air and minutes later, the first "slurp" of the day
The window had opened.
I ran up the bank and furiously threw another rod together. Old leader be dammed, splicing new 4x tippet onto last summers beaten up mono and attaching a size 16 BWO to offer the rising browns
I looked below to the pool and rhythmically the fish rose all around.
Gulp. Splash. Repeat.
Finally in position, the tiny fake bug rolled down the current and a nose came up to meet it.
Muscle memory shot into action and the dance began. Big fish, old English Reel, tiny bug.
It was the largest brown I have ever touched. 22 inches of butter and brown, I was a happy man
And just like that, the flashlight in the sky was cut off by a new, even darker cloud bank and the wind rushed back to greet me once again.
I stood on the rock that I was casting from and hoped for another opportunity.
The window had closed.