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We can put Blue Chatterer back on the menu

The problem is our long relationship. How after a thousand posts of pure honesty steeped in total avarice, wherein I’ve revealed my lust for the illegal and exotic – and hoard vast quantities of brightly colored feathers just so I can count them each evening …

… and despite the innocence of my expression and complete apologies to both victim and society, I’d be spread-eagled imploring you to confirm my good character with the warden, and you’d be insisting I get “tased” a second time.

I’m being cavity searched and your only concern is whether there’s a post for tomorrow … and calling ourselves “Pals” would be stretching it some.

Don't try this at home 

But it’s true – and purely an accident.  The local field mice and I were warring over the use of my attic as a means to confound the local falcon population, and while I didn’t mind sharing  – the late night carousing was irritating, and the final straw occurred when the little well-fed SOB’s started using the plumbing for gymnastics and weight training.

I went DEFCON 3 and trimmed the population nicely. Nights are now blissful and sleep uninterrupted, yet I left one trap on the roof (where all the kills were sourced) just to make sure I’d cleansed the gene pool. It vanished without a trace.

I found it this weekend while yanking out the tall grass, I’d winged the poor Jay and with trap attached the local cats took care of the rest …

Honest.

If I’d known potential fly tying supplies shared a yen for raisins, I’d have deployed both traps and Punji sticks to nail that roosting Peacock from last year.

Tags: California Jay, rat trap, blue chatterer, fish & game, taser, some friends, field mice, fly tying materials, blue chatterer

Before we knew everything – we knew nothing at all

A rare, quiet commentary on the sport free of the chest-pounding neo-warrior us-versus-everybody-else extremism.

Is it possible that with all our efforts to stratify “cool guys” from mere fishermen, and despite all the pressures from gear mongers and advertising, that somewhere back in our collective psyche exists a tie that binds us all forever?

You don’t have to admit anything – and can watch this short piece in the privacy of your own Fortress of Solitude, but if you’re daubing a tear at the scenery and message – you may be just like the rest of us.

Tags: Henry Harrison, fly fishing video, us-versus-everybody-else, extremism, fly fishing

Responsibility wins another weekend skirmish

Didn’t have any time this weekend for the the genteel sports. Mostly it was me racing against thick clouds to insert a vegetable patch before the next storm series.

Copper and Watermelon

I got basil, tomatoes, and cucumbers all squared away, which will be a fine accompaniment to my aging noodle soup stash and the mercury laden fish of the local creek – should Europe default and we plunge back into the abyss.

Peacock and Lime

Blisters and typing are awkward, likewise for fly tying – but I was able to pay homage to more shad flies once nightfall pulled me away from honest work.

Magenta and Peacock

I promise to be less burdened shortly.

Tags: Shad flies, vegetable garden, fly tying

Storage Issues

Medium Ginger nymphLooking at all those little packs of dubbing and gauging capacity were I to wad them into a single container. Nearby are the zip loc bags groaning under the stress of a couple ounces of custom dyed, blended, or curried fur …

The catalog offers either the 64 ounce or the 128 ounce size, nicely uniform containers that would bring some much needed order to my burgeoning collection of fur.

I opted for the 64’s – and it looks more like the 128’s would have been the better choice …

Tags: fly tying dubbing, dubbing storage, medium ginger dubbing

It’s like Jesus hisself goes fishing, only better

No, I don’t expect you to understand the attraction, being a San Francisco native  and growing up in the halcyon days of local football imparts a special reverence.

I don’t want to go fishing with Roger Craig, I want to have his Love Child.”

In or out of wedlock, it don’t matter…

Now that he’s the latest host with a fishing show on World Fishing Network, I may have to buy a TV – or cable, or both.

As the rest of the civilized world was helpless cannon fodder for nearly a decade, the quartet of Jerry Rice, Joe Montana, Bill Walsh, and Roger Craig, became deities to us locals, especially so as the hated Oakland Raiders had been to the Show, and we hadn’t.

Five Superbowls later we annexed Oakland, because we felt like it.

Them as suffered and still hold a grudge can “hook up with Mariko Azumi” – and forswear the legendary 49’er running back for the giggle-bikini action, but it’s a poor surrogate for us bitchslapping your football team for the better part of ten years.

 

Just a taste of Roger Craig against the hated “Lambs”, they had Erik Dickerson and we had Roger, and the entire city would close down quietly as the lights of Candlestick flickered on.

I had a front row seat to something really special.

Tags: Roger Craig, San Francisco 49er’s, Hall of Fame running back, high stepping, World Fishing Network, San Francisco, they were Gods

Decontaminating your waders will take more than 409

Eleven feet of fly eating awesomeness It’s one very poor argument for nuclear power. While biologists pump steroids into trout eggs to boost muscle mass, it might be simpler just to use the hatchery pond as the coolant for a small nuclear reactor …

Some five years ago the Russian nuclear attack submarine Komsomolets sank in the Norwegian Sea. The event caused consternation in the Soviet Navy, high interest in NATO maritime and intelligence circles, and apprehension among environmentalists. This concern arose particularly in Norway, for the submarine’s broken hull holds two nuclear reactors and at least two torpedoes with nuclear warheads containing plutonium, one of the most toxic substances known to man. Since the sinking, Russian authorities have elicited to an unprecedented degree scientific assistance from other countries and used remote sensors and minisubmersibles to find Komsomolets, measure radiation leakage, and assess the stability of the wreck.

– via the Central Intelligence Agency

Recently some Norwegian fellow spies an 11 foot long herring off his coast, which is a smidge over the traditional size – and likely to trigger a storm of protest from the fly fishing purists …

… mostly because it was already dead, he landed it by hand, and none of us can decide whether that’s dry or wet…

Tags: Komsomolets maritime disaster, oarfish, plutonium enhanced biological yummy

He’ll dismiss Poppa as an Anachronism

The arid Pristine shall rise anew The good news is the fish will be larger, more colorful, and more numerous – the bad news is your trout and salmon days are theoretically numbered.

The scientists studied populations of young salmon and trout in the River Wye in Wales, traditionally one of the UK’s best angling rivers. Professor Steve Ormerod and colleagues from the Cardiff School of Biosciences found salmon numbers fell by 50% and trout numbers by 67% between 1985 and 2004 – even though the river itself became cleaner.

The fish were hit hardest following hot, dry summers such as 1990, 2000 and 2003. The results suggest that warmer water and lower river levels combine to affect both species. As both trout and salmon favour cool water, they face potentially major problems if climate warming continues as expected in the next two to three decades.

– via Science Daily

But you’ve plenty of time to act. When your kiddies curl their lower lip at that steaming salmon fillet Ma has cooked perfectly, rather than launch the all-too-familiar argument about how you was glad to get bread and milk after working all day threshing wheat – now you can opt for the low and away pitch …

You ungrateful little Snot, there won’t be any on your kids table – your Nintendo warmed the Earth’s crust – and they up and died …”

… and when he recovers from shock and snarls a sullen and defiant, “So..” – then you can hit him.

Al Gore says it’s okay.

Warmer water will bring all new aquatic foliage, new bugs – and we’ll pout and pound our chests over invasives, banning everything from garbage bags to bare feet, never seeing the larger picture – that of an entire ecosystem under evolution.

Carp and suckers will frolic in what remains of the heavy forest, they’ll be bigger and meaner and much tougher to catch, but all the pansies will have stopped buying their fishing license by then – and the Arid Pristine will rise anew.

… and one day your child now mature, will call his Poppa to invite him fishing and wonder why the fat old bastard hung up in a huff. It’ll give him but a moment’s pause – as he jumps into the car for the pre-dawn exodus, knowing they’ve rotenoned the entire Upper Sacramento and replanted the native Koi.

Tags: Climate change, wader ban, carp, rough fish, fly fishing, ecosystem evolution, Al Gore, trout, salmon

Is angling cruel, are the fish in pain, does it really matter?

Do fish Feel Pain? I know where they’re trying to push us, and while I have my share of suppositions I still don’t know who they are …

The reviewers who offered their opinions about the scientific merit of our application, however, stressed that it would be more interesting to find out if a sharp object passing through the mouth of a fish would be painful. Clearly recreational fishing was what these scientists wanted to know about, not fish farming.”

Professor Victoria Braithwaite has penned a book entitled, “do fish feel pain?” – describing the experiments and logic that went into her research on trout sensory receptors.

As mentioned in prior posts that skirted this subject, the scientific community hotly debates whether lower life forms have the ability to suffer – as suffering requires a form of consciousness, and areas of the brain, gray matter among others, that many lower organisms lack.

Whether sentience and consciousness are processes that occur in non-human animals is something that has occupied philosophers and psychologists for decades, and they have yet to agree on an answer.”

… and despite your experiences to the contrary, a trout’s brain is about the size of a pea, a trait shared with both houses of Congress.

This is not a fishing book, nor is it written for the angling community. I’d describe it as science that never had the opportunity to explain itself fully, given the sudden sensationalism fostered by the press and their misuse of the scientific soundbyte. The author notes she was completely unprepared for the attention paid her when the research was released in 2009, and it appears the book was written to moderate some of that media-furor with scientific groundwork.

Ms. Braithwaite describes in detail the step by step methodology and experimentation that brought her team to their conclusion; that fish do feel pain and have the capability to suffer as we humans.

She outlines the constructs that serve as the piscatorial counterparts to human nerves, pathways to the brain, and grey matter, in a lucid and patient manner that allows us non-scientists to follow without feeling the need for definition or additional explanation.

Using mild solutions of vinegar and bee venom, her team injected trace amounts in the lips of fish and showed how trout behave differently than control groups of saline injected fish, and fish that were merely handled and not injected at all. In all this science there are many tidbits for fishermen, as her description of fish handling and how it can alter trout behavior.

“But the trout that had been given bee venom or vinegar continued to show no interest in the food and their gill beat rate stayed above 70 beats a minute even after the second hour passed. Eventually their breathing rate did begin to decline but it didn’t return to the resting level about 50 beats a minute until almost three and a half hours after they had been initially exposed to bee venom or vinegar. And around that time the fish’s motivation to feed began to return.”

To her credit, Professor Braithwaite stays clear of the philosophical implications of her research, but does pose the obvious question numerous times; is this enough to require us to afford fish similar protections enjoyed by chicken, pigs, and cattle, and should industrial harvest methodology be changed to reflect this newfound consciousness?

While most farm animals are slaughtered in great numbers for our collective table, lower forms of life like fish can be harvested without the luxury of a speedy kill, many gasp out their last minutes while sliding across a trawler deck or flash frozen while still gasping …

I enjoyed the read (it’s a short tome, 184 pgs.) and followed the description of science closely. I’m sympathetic to the theory, so little convincing was required. Mother Nature has always been a miracle of efficiency, and it makes sense that whatever flesh and senses prevent me from touching an open flame, would be present in most of her creatures.

Anglers have the smaller issues to wrestle with once we’re shown as insensitive bullies. While the larger picture doesn’t change, will any legislation stemming from the environmental lobby trickle down into our cold little creek?

I’m unmoved by the larger issue, that of fish as sentient entities. I’ve always had great respect for my quarry, and even when fishing for trash fish have never indulged in throwing them onto the bank as a penalty for eating – and always ate what I killed.

The idea that fish fear me is appropriate, as I mean them harm. A sore lip for three or four days, and I’ll trade wisdom for the experience.  It’s part of my birthright as a member of the highest order of the food chain, and while I recognize it as a fortunate happenstance – will spend no time bemoaning the unfairness of it all. My appetites are well documented and unchanged and were there 50 fish within casting distance I would want to catch all of them many times.

I don’t seek parity, nor do I believe equilibrium and complete fairness is even desirable. I swim upstream against the current while the shadows of predators darken my path. The unscrupulous hedge fund manager bent on churning my 401K, the crack head that covets my stereo,  and the drunken driver oblivious to lane or direction.

I’d simple say, “No. Food doesn’t have rights, and if I can’t explain to a grieving mother why her son died to an Afghan sniper, I’m not obligated to consider the feelings of a rutabaga when I wrestle it from the ground.”

It’ll get it’s turn when radiation and evolution makes it the top of the food chain.

… and If I make it to infirmity I’ll be a wise and fat fish – with a deep and impenetrable lie that confounds predators and their attempts to lay hands on my fair frame.

That’s Darwinism, the poster child of fairness.

Full Disclosure: The book was provided to me free by way of the Oxford Press, via Eccles of Turning over Small Stones.

Tags: Victoria Braithwaite, fish feel pain, bee venom, lower life forms, trout testing, fly fishing,

They eat, so they must be fed

It wasn’t so much the Perfect Storm as it was the perfect sunshine – robbing me of any pretense that I could vanish fishing. The American was running nearly double last year’s flows, which gave momentary pause, but the accumulated chores and yard work was running nearly triple normal.

While I blistered those soft pasty fingers on shovels, lawn mowers, and hedge trimmers, I was framing my response to last week’s revelation that Shad ate in fresh water

Shad eat in fresh water. They just don’t eat enough.

… and with plenty of the bright, cornea-damaging Shad flies from last season, I’m thinking a fistful of drab and semi-natural looking flies might be that changeup needed on some slow mid-morning.

Add a liberal dose of the Czech style of realistic attractor, throw in some of the time honored Shad colors, and it ought to please the fish and may even lure some half-pounders into biting. All I needed was less blisters on my tying fingers, less water spilling over Folsom Dam, and a smattering of vacation to test all these unknowns.

Locate the fish using traditional patterns and then add a dropper with the experimentals and see whether it’s the semi-attractor or the eyeball wrenching Pink that becomes the preferred fly.

The opportunistic nature of feeding explains why the Shad has a yen for anything bright flung in its direction. Just like small trout rush out to smack the fly first, a large school of Shad probably behaves identically, only with greater urgency – as each fish is competing with 100,000 of its brethren and knows it will fall prey to another if not eaten immediately.

… and if I’d spent most of my existence seining plankton in 300 feet of water, how the hell would I know what freshwater chow looks and acts like?

See it, eat it, or spit it out.

The Underwear River Caddis

The hard part is marrying the attributes of tiny nymphs to a much larger Shad hook. While the native waters are host to all manner of small fish, and the occasional Hexagenia mayfly, it’s a limited palette. I opted to err on the side of voracious hunger, figuring “buggy” was all that is really needed.

The eastern bloc McGintyThe Underwear River Caddis marries the soft hackle and fur collar to traditional shad orange, it’s an homage to classic shad colors with a bit of trout food chaser.

All are tied on ancient Mustad iron, a 3116A size 7, (2 extra strong, 2X short, Limerick bend). The odd size is exactly between the sizes I fish most – #6, and #8’s, which makes a nice intermediary hook with the properties of both.

All the reports featuring terrestrials allowed me to dust off the old traditional attractors. We’ve added opalescent wing stubs and soft hackle to the classic McGinty, hoping the bright mix of yellow and black might give something a serious mad …

The Eastern Bloc, classic lines and Czech colors … and for the minnow crowd we assumed a bit of shiny mixed with a lean silhouette would cover all the possible fry that might stumble into a pod of ravenous herring.

The Eastern Bloc featured at right, is a marriage of classic Czech colors with the traditional Shad wet fly. It’ll slim down to a nice minnow shape and features enough dyed black Angelina to offer plenty of eye-catching sparkle.

The other dozen patterns I’ll hold until we start the research in earnest, which will be shortly after the shovel blisters recede and expose the Lilly-white paper pushing flesh beneath.

Precious fly tier’s fingers, don’t mess with ‘em …

Tags: American River, shad flies, Czech Nymphs, Wet Flies, limerick bend, Mustad fly hooks, McGinty, fly fishing blog, soft hackle, fly tying

Fair, Balanced, and completely ignorant of what the poor fellow is talking about

walter-cronkite It’s bad enough they’ve had to exhume Walter Cronkite and Edward R. Murrow six or seven times – largely due to the vibrations of them turning in the grave was scaring school kids.

… and major networks have to use slogans like, “fair and balanced”  to remind themselves why they’re filming some powdered milquetoast in the first place.

The reporting of news has been dead for some time, with the promotion of non-news a weak substitute.

Consider the poor fly tyer or fishing expert on display for the local citizenry; he’s already sweating profusely with all those curious eyes staring fixedly, and Jimmy Olsen Cub Reporter wads a microphone in his face for the obligatory soundbyte – hoping he’ll mention something scatological or completely profound, and not caring which …

Our hero does his best to mention aquatic insects, catch & release, stream stewardship, invasive species, and the weight-free nature of fly fishing versus heaving a projectile …

… and wakes the next morning to :

To catch fish, anglers must use proper bait, ****** said. He explained that fly fishing requires a particular kind of pole, string and bait because trout eat aquatic insects.

“On a regular fishing pole, the bait is weighted, but on a fly fishing pole the bait is so light that the string is the weight,” ****** said.

******** of Trout Unlimited demonstrated how fly fishing bait is created. He used feathers, wire and other light materials to tie a fly that would be the same weight as the insects.

It’s plain that our friend Jimmy scribbled little during the interview, and was gazing intently at the Jailbait selling Cotton Candy – hoping his press credential would mean something.

It never fails to make my teeth grate noisily. My only solace knowing once Jimmy is promoted to full time anchor he’ll drop an “F-Bomb” while interviewing Martha Stewart or confuse the Dalai Lama with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s …

… that red blinking light on the camera, that’s your career light Jimmy-Boy

Tags: bad journalism, fourth estate, Fair and Balanced, fly fishing show, fly fishing bait, fly fishing pole, fly fishing string