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Nothing like having a chalkstream in your backyard

We've got plenty of structure in the streambed, now add water The ringtone belonged to “Deep Walnut”, the Yolo county landowner I’d turned to the side of righteousness. The pleasantries were brief, and I was informed that the annual “crop report” outlining the sins of watery tomatoes had been secreted on the grounds of my residence.

Sure it’s a touch over the top, but in a smallish town when it’s raining – what else is there to do.

Actually “Deep Walnut” is a double agent – as the document merely outlines the crap I waded through last season, and how far over the state approved environmental standards the pollutants have climbed.

I figure his handlers are slapping each other heartily knowing no sane person would wade through known carcinogens and medical waste – but sanity has never been a strong suit, so I just hand the list to the physician while he readies an armada of large gauge needles with which to violate my posterior.

… and yes, this report was an eye opener. Outlining enough naturally occurring Boron that I’d consider wedging a mandrel in the substrate just to see if I’d have a functioning six weight after a sustained downpour.

… a steady rise in the salinity of the water, as well as a pH of 9.0 – both exceeding state guidelines. It’s a comfort that with all the decline in quality waters that I’ve got a chalkstream being deposited on my doorstep, which should recoup last year’s 50% decline in home value.

Unfortunately most of the wells near my house have been closed due to nitrate contamination. Both Woodland and Davis get much of their drinking water from groundwater, and at least four (those near my house) have already been closed.

… so I’m looking to close escrow with a fly fisherman. Civilians will not appreciate the view from my veranda, nor those contaminated sparkling waters anytime this century, and most of the next.

I’d petition to rename the street “Love Canal” but most of the water managers are too young to get the joke …

I suppose the biologists took one look at the local creek and skipped over the mayflies and stoneflies, choosing Cerodaphnia Dubia (water fleas) to measure toxicity.

Didn’t help, they died screaming …

But the good news has to be the toxic algae bloom and the increase in eColi found. Proof that the local creek is capable of hosting a diverse ecosystem containing predators and killer bio-toxins.

… and with all the microscopic nasty entering the food chain, and slurped gleefully by the young-of-the-year fry, the fish should be virile, aggressive and subdued with nothing less than a single-jack.

… and all it’ll take to realize this angling paradise, this lone speck of quality amidst the dust bowl of the Central Valley?  Just add water.

Tags: Brownlining, Little Stinking, Deep Walnut, Yolo County Farm Bureau, cerodaphnia dubia, ecoli, boron, selenium, fly fishing, Woodland, Davis, groundwater contamination

Dressed to Kill: Pro the new Tweed and ethics by mail order

The last decade was not our finest hour. Professional sports and ethics under scrutiny, press conferences featuring unrepentant athletes apologizing for dog fighting, bruised spouses, gunplay, infidelity, and their entourage – orchestrated carefully by agents and handlers hoping to mitigate the discomfort of sponsors.

Plenty bled into our sport, the dawn of the “sporting professional” whose intensity and divine calling permits them to leapfrog both “sportsmen” and antiquated ethics, and focus on watershed domination, while ignoring vacationers and us relaxed hobbyists alike.

Internet forums and interactive media were abuzz with tales of those used cruelly. Threads narrate the actions of insensitive fellows who’ve low holed someone’s riffle, wading where they should have been fishing, then sprayed half the cars in the parking lot with dirt and gravel in a rush to repeat the scene elsewhere.

Fueled by catalogs and questionable ethics, they’ve somehow skipped over Poppa’s quaint little “Quiet Sport” and the old notions, to clad themselves as guides and outfitters. Guides somehow earning the “Bad Boy professional” label for want of something truly sinister. The combination of battered truck, weathered brow, and not shaving synonymous with grit, pain, and performance enhancing drugs.

At times it seemed that Trout season was reduced to sixteen weekends plus a bye week, with smiling lawyers leading the way through the flashbulbs and throng of Paparazzi.

The signs of this evolution were everywhere, and not limited to fishing.

The weekend bike ride morphed into grim adults on multi-thousand dollar road bikes wearing European racing livery. Colorful spandex replacing street clothes and gadgets jingle from everywhere; digital devices that measure wind shear, heart rate, and caloric burn, ensuring we’re connected to the bustle of civilization, that which the bike was meant to flee.

Fishing was no different. Our periodicals fawned over unsmiling anglers with a yard of silvery phallus slung purposefully at their crotch. It’s the neo-traditional “look at my Junk” pose. Grim, unsmiling angler with the fish of a lifetime, resentful that he has to pause for the rest of us.

All fish giants, all waters exotic, but only if you’re a professional.

Vendors were falling all over themselves to accommodate this “driven warrior” mentality, how those few hours each weekend are validated by wearing the livery of professional angling. What started as youthful fun is pushed towards “Pro” sport, evidence of sacrifice and deprivation.

Catalogs boast of the new camouflage, Puce and Mauve, along with G3 Guide vests, Battenkill Pro Guide, and Pro Stocking foot waders. Shirts have become guide shirts, and ball caps rechristened as “Pro fishing hats.” We wear our labels on the outside, evidence of our loyalties on breast and hat brim, like NASCAR sponsorships; Sage, Simm’s, Scott, and Loomis, yet conspicuously absent the salty stain of real usage.

Tackle and outerwear prices climbed with every decal. Clothing became “tactical” rather than functional, and the uniform ensures we’re not lumped into the hobbyist cadre, and can crowd your riffle as we deem fit.

The stern professional, wearing racing livery, knowing he could have taken Lance Armstrong if only that silly pedestrian hadn’t spoiled his “line” through the red light.

Perhaps it’s the dawn of the new Hunter-Gatherer with roots in the workplace mating ritual. Our increasingly domesticated lifestyle doesn’t leave much to kill but time. Each weekend we embrace hardship and its retelling around the water cooler – drawing gasps from our coworkers, while we search the crowd for a suitably impressed mate.

” .. we hadn’t had a Starbucks in two entire days, but we didn’t flinch from the cold water. We laughed as it began to rain and the lesser woodsmen fled for shelter and home, then we seen the Bear …”

Real guides are left scratching their head wondering, “who in their right mind would want to be us?” Most are on sabbatical from similar jobs, the luxury of an outdoors career possible only until the snow flies, when they’ll return to grocery stores, local schools, and county jail.

They know there’s no professional class, as most are pressed into service by a combination of geography and availability. Talented locals that leap at the chance of big city wages in depressed areas without much industry.

Many warm their homes with real firewood, know one end of an axe from another, and are happy to supplement their income with the influx of “Pro Guides” and their starched, clean linen. Clients admire the simplicity of the outdoor experience, contrasted with their urban morass, and ignore the sweat and toil of boats, oars, torn flesh, packed lunches, and drooping backcasts.

Angling literature has always used great license portraying both guides and their sporting clientele. The guide as woodsy-character; gruff, often unforgiving, steeped in outdoors lore, hard drinking, occasionally foul mouthed, with a penchant for closing bars, eating raw meat, and winking at daughters, wives, or whatever’s closest …

… female, hopefully human this time.

Guides are enchanted by their larger than life literary depiction yet dismiss it with a chuckle, knowing it’s largely folklore.

“Sports” have endured the foppish Big City label for the last hundred years, and armed with the latest gear from giggling vendors appear hell-bent on continuing that tradition. Complaints about the room, complaints about the food, and petulant because the fish refuse to bite. Their sport neither quaint nor old, never practiced by their Father, extremist really – requiring personal sacrifice and a hefty annual income.

With all eyes focused on the personal celebration in the end zone, the tearful retirement ceremonies and new emphasis on self, we’ve forgotten that the Poor Sport and starched outdoor livery is nothing new, we’ve only added a certain selfishness to an already boorish element.

A combination of glitzy marketing aided by misguided sense of self worth, fostered by twits twittering GPS coordinates for every fish they imagined caught.

Leaving only the faded plaid wool shirt to distinguish “them as do” from “them as wished they did.”

We know better. Fishing has always been about respect. It’s the passing of skills and reverence for the out-of-doors to the next generation, so they won’t see the tall pines and unfettered river as something to drown out with an iPod … so they know not to pave the last pure trickle to please Wendy’s.

It’s always been patched waders and mosquitoes, hardship and inclement weather. It’s cold water down the pants leg, and requires a hardy breed of fellow already – there’s no need for additional pain or glamour, and no cause not to respect others in similar predicament.

… and vendors have always preyed on the weak-minded. The more tactical they can convince you to wear, the less strategic you’ll be about your budget.

While those starched creases may imbue the wearer with unnatural powers, making practice unnecessary and study optional, swathing yourself in Pro Guide isn’t like big city parks, where proximity and insensitive dog walkers guarantee you’ll get some on you.

Tags: Simm’s, Scott, Loomis, Sage, Battenkill Pro Guide, G3 Guide vest, tactical clothing, Bad Boys of Sport, the Quiet Sport, sporting ethics, guides

Part 2: The timid fellows guide to dyeing hair

In Part 1 we covered most of the dyeing process – and the difficulty associated with matching a known color.  The steps are the same for dyeing anything; first a cleanse and prep of the original material, followed by immersion in hot water so the shock of the dye bath doesn’t induce physical change.

Feathers are difficult because much of the time you’re dyeing loose materials, which can cause problems with their tendency to float – and your tendency to chase every last one, while the mass continues to darken even though its been removed from the dye itself.

By comparison chunks of hide are much easier. Furbearer’s may have some natural oils that prove resistant, but as you’re dealing with a single swatch you can pull it and rinse it as often as you like.

In essence, the hide chunk itself becomes the “test feather” – pulled routinely and rinsed until you have the desired color.

Big animals contain all manner of dirt, nettles, and dried guts or blood. If you’ve been gifted by a hunting buddy, you may have a lot more preparation work to get the hide suitable for coloration. This may include scraping all flesh and fat off the hide with a grapefruit spoon (serrated) before adding Borax or cornmeal and stretching the hide to dry.

We'll start with Polar Bear, Acid dye, and White Vinegar as fixative 

Other concerns are the age of the hide and its integrity. A hot dye bath and a vigorous clean and dry can be enough to break apart an old hide – especially Polar Bear, whose last legal importation was in the 1970’s.

We’ll repeat the process used on the feathers for the Polar Bear shown above, and in doing so – I’ll get to test a new color of Jacquard acid dye to get some familiarity with the vendor and their idea of Chartreuse.

As mentioned in Part 1, each vendor has a different palette and the label is a reference color – not a guarantee of the outcome. Chartreuse being a yellow tinged with green, I’m going to test their dye on a small piece prior to dyeing a larger amount.

Dish Detergent and agitation

The cleaning process is identical to feathers. A little dish detergent into the soak bowl, followed by agitation to remove any dirt particles at the base of the hair.

Always handle the item by the hide. Most hair is dyed for the tips and not the underfur. Gripping the hide will allow you to feel it break up, if it’s an old hide, and will not bust up the tips which is the portion we’ll be using on completed flies.

Rinse the completed section two or three times to remove the soap. Refill the soaking bowl with clean water and return the section of hide to it.

The Fur Difference:

Rythmic pressing against the bowl to remove oxygen Where dyeing feathers and fur differ, is that hides trap lots of oxygen in the underfur and matted hair. All of which must be removed before we can insert the piece in the dye bath.

Arrange the section “fur side down” and press your knuckles against the back of the hide to force out the oxygen. Do not allow the piece to surface. Rhythmically press down firmly and release (leaving the piece completely submerged) until no more bubbles escape.

It’s no different than loading a sponge. By pumping the back of the hide we’re pulling in water to replace the released oxygen, super-saturating the entire piece.

We do this to ensure that when the hide is placed in the dye bath, the pigment can reach all of the fur simultaneously. If it can’t, some sections will be darker than others.

Super-Saturated, note how it no longer floats Similar to those strung saddle hackles or Marabou you buy in the store. The tops are nicely dyed Purple, or whatever color purchased, but the butts are mottled with undyed sections of white. This is a result of not supersaturating the material. The dye hit the top three-quarters of the hackle while the butts retained oxygen, preventing color from soaking into the feathery marabou at their base.

The piece above is now supersaturated, note how it remains on the bottom.

Like the feathers we’ll add the piece to the dye bath without draining it. That will allow the dye to replace the fresh water uniformly, and the piece will be the same tint in both underfur and guard hair.

Adding to the dye without draining

At right, we’re adding the Polar bear into the dye undrained.

Chartreuse being a mixture of yellow and green, I will expect to see the material yellow immediately and the green to alter the shade over time.

Yellow is one of the rare colors that’s nearly impossible to screw up. It can be too dark or too light, but always “yellows” successfully. Because this is a new vendor and a dye I’ve not tried before, I’ll be alert to color change. If anything goes wrong the piece won’t be ruined, I can use green or yellow in flies, so there’s little risk.

Polar_Allatonce

It’s been in the bath less than thirty seconds, yet I’ll it to measure absorption. The super-saturation is evident by all parts of the hide, underfur, and tips, are receiving color.

A bit scary to see so much green”? No.

Many complex colors are a mixture crafted to deliver pigment over time. Most would think a Chartreuse dye would be predominantly yellow, yet it’s the opposite – a Kelly Green color.

I’ve always assumed it was the absorption rate that dictated mixtures and bath color. Yellow absorbs instantly, green having to fight its way past the yellow to lay itself down. Hence the Kelly green is added to overpower yellow.

Unless it’s Rinsed it ain’t that color

Polar Bear is a unique fiber, essentially a hint of color surrounded by a transparent sheath. Like most guard hair it’s a really tough material, and will take color slower than underfur, which is similar to feathers in absorption.

Color can only be confirmed after a rinse. Like our pulling of sample feathers to check the coloration, hair must be removed and rinsed to confirm its hue – as the fibers themselves are much tougher and resistant to color absorption. 

Polar_Drained

I’ve held the piece above the bath allowing the dye to drain out. It looks like a good chartreuse (note the underfur is dyed completely down to the hide – no white “roots”).

Rinsing will determine whether I’m done.

Holding the hair so the water is going in the same direction as the grain of fur, rinse it under cold tap water while alternately squeezing until the water runs clear.

Rinse in cold water

Cold water will close the pores of the material and the steady stream of water will cease coloration.

I have a nicely dyed piece of Yellow Polar bear, the chartreuse is largely gone.

Note how all the green seen in the above slides has vanished. Also note the fur is dyed completely, all the way to the hide.

Did I screw up the dye bath? Should I add more dye, more heat, or more fixative?

The answer is found on the back of the hide. Remember, we’re dealing with a vendor unfamiliar to us, likewise with a color of his we’ve never attempted …

The back of the piece, and the clue

Shown at right is the back of the hide, which has the telltale clue.

The hide itself is green, not yellow. That tells us that all colors of the dye were activated properly, and the result is likely what the vendor has chosen as Chartreuse.

There is a tiny hint of green in the color (your monitor may show it differently), given the material is soaking wet I’ll dry it completely and assess the color tomorrow, when all the variables will have been eliminated.

Polar bear, dyed and staked down on cardboard

Hides curl when dried – and it won’t matter whether the skin was naturally cured or tanned, it’ll roll up like a potato chip if you let it. Always tack the piece down on the corners using pins and cardboard so that it will dry evenly and remain flat.

Cardboard will wick water from the hide and assist the drying process better than wood. I’ll cut up a box and stake out all the pieces before taking them into the garage (or outside) to dry.

Note the uniformity of color in both guard hairs and underfur. No white splotches at the base, no slop.

… and the sign of success? Those nice pink fingers shown in all the illustrations above. Skin is protein, and will take the dye really well, expertise is judged by the color of your fingers – as that determines the color of your spouse’s kitchen and her precious linoleum.

Always wipe down the countertops and sink area. Dry dye powder can occasionally escape – and won’t become activated until something wet hits it. Better you to find it now than eating jaundiced Cheerios …

Tags: Chartreuse acid dye, dyeing polar bear, protein dye, dye bath, dyeing fly tying materials, marabou, strung saddle hackle, fly tying materials, fly tying

If it were a book it would be an outdoors romance

I’m browsing some learned archives of scientific phenomenon while trying to stifle a yawn, when I saw a familiar banner.

Little known LSU professor dedicates life to the sensory capabilities of fish, discovers “can’t miss” lure system that guarantees extinction of all life in fresh water and salt…”

(Proof that Scientific journals can be no better than the last few pages of Outdoor Life.)

“… scientific lure company gets wind of the amazing new discovery and purchases right to manufacture amazing fish-killing-lure-system…”

Rainbow Trout, only $33.96

That old story has been around for at least a hundred years, and the only real question is how much is it going to cost me, and must I purchase batteries separately?

Amazing scientific fish-killing systems somehow are never cheap, and I can only assume it’s the lifetime of being sequestered in lab garb that requires such a hit to the credit card.

“The take home message from this is simple: fish learn and associate particular scents as food, but taste is an actual reflex for them. The taste of particular natural chemicals triggers a feeding response.” In other words, if a fish is exposed to certain taste stimuli, it cannot control its urge to bite. Obviously, this has huge implications for the fishing industry, but the technology doesn’t stop there.

Mentioning all those modern devices like patents and intellectual property adds a certain legitimacy, which is markedly different than the many snake oil variants of the past.

… and if my lay translation is correct, a fish that eats certain things simply must eat more of them – until it lies on the bottom stuffed and immobile. Lay’s Potato chips made a similar claim with their, “you can’t just eat one” advertising, so the science appears sound …

LSU’s Office of Intellectual Property worked closely with Caprio in the early stages of his technology’s formation all the way through the licensing agreement with Mystic Tackleworks, a company dedicated to developing scientific fishing lure systems.

For a 5.5” strobe equipped minnow whose “taste” tank is filled by jamming a plasticine nozzle in its arse and squeezing, you’ll pay $33.96. As they’re sold as kits, you’ll receive:

The BioPulse™ Freshwater Medium Diver Kit includes the 5.5″ Rainbow Lure with split rings and size 2 Eagle Claw ‘Laser Sharp” hooks, one canister of Sci-X™ Freshwater Neurological Feeding Stimulant, and one bottle of BioFlush™ Anti-Microbial Cleaning Solution

In a sense I’m jealous. The only time we’ve had the luxury of science and raw marketing genius converge was for the “Frisky Fly” – the little V-shaped buzz bomb of the 1980’s. Jim Teeny made a stab at patenting the Teeny Nymph, and everyone merely hated him for it …

…probably because it wasn’t scientific.

I made an attempt to patent the “Singlebarbed Sonic Fly Fishing Fish Summoner” – but was rejected on the provisional patent as dog food and creamed corn was already under patent …

… and I had a great spiel on why you needed to punch holes in the sonic assembly with a can opener …  audio resonance being the fourth dimension and all …

Thirty-four dollars per lure is a stiff sentence. I’ll assume it’s the Freshwater Neurological Feeding Stimulant that’s the LSU Professor’s handiwork, and wait by the trash can while Mr. Inconsolable throws that away now that his $35 in part of a bridge piling …

Who knows, the anti-microbial cleaning solution might work on waders …

Full Disclosure: Never seen or fished one, no plans to fish one either.

Tags:Frisky fly, Jim Teeny, Teeny nymph, Mystic Tackleworks, Biopulse fishing system, neurological feeding stimulant, bass lures, LSU

Now you can do the honorable thing, forget it in your car

The Next Generation Something I missed from earlier this year. For 2010, the Department of Fish & Game no longer requires California anglers to have their fishing license in plain sight.

Initially it was a good idea, but the advent of licenses purchased over the Internet and printed by home computer eliminated the brightly colored paper – which allowed them to verify ownership from a distance.

Once again you can put your license in your wallet, leave that in the car, then do the “panic slap” of your pockets while the warden starts writing your ticket…

Tags: California license regulations, Department of Fish & Game, changes for 2010

The Trout of the future will prefer imitations to natural insects

I know I shouldn’t look, but I did.

Trout_Chow There are thousands of highly trained scientists examining the diet and feeding habits of both salmon and trout. The Bad News is they’re doing so to determine whether they can be raised on Plutonium pellets, concrete, animal waste, or anything else we don’t want…

An admirable task that – but only once through the digestive tract shouldn’t be enough to diffuse weapons-grade anything.

As an interested bystander, browsing the findings of countless dietary studies on Salmonids, a couple of interesting points become clear immediately.

As the fish will be harvested at a given weight – rather than grown to full maturity, long term affects to the “crop” will be ignored.

Soybean meal has been has been used to partially replace fish meal in the diets of several fish but it is known to cause enteritis in Atlantic salmon, Salmo salar

Nice to know that in addition to being spray painted with orange dye , your fillet had the runs …

Don’t despair. There’s enough fly fishing scientists working clandestinely to improve all the trout fishing of the future. It’s the Perfect Crime, with the aquaculture industry an unwitting accomplice in building the first trout that likes artificial flies better than natural insects…

Woot. Got your attention now, did I?

The results from this study show that feather meal, poultry by-product meal, blood meal and meat and bone meal have good potential for use in rainbow trout diets at high levels of incorporation.

Fed feathers from infancy. No more pellets (which are hard to tie and float so poorly), instead our graceful trout of the future will have deeply rooted unnatural cravings for chicken feathers – and since aquaculturists are such tight wads, the secret color should be white.

I’m tying 2/0 White Millers by the bushel.

Tags: Feather Meal, blood meal, chicken feathers, farmed trout, Plutonium, pen raised, salmon, soy-induced enteritis, artificial flies, fly fishing humor

Asian Carp spawns massive litigation orgy

Green_Law_Firms It appears the much promised Armageddon over water rights will be showcased as a result of the Asian Carp migration, and the respective legal teams will include eight or nine US states and at least one foreign government.

The New York Times is running a short piece describing the long list of participants, and the longer list of injunctions…

In an urgent effort to close down Chicago-area passages that could allow the unwanted fish to reach Lake Michigan, the State of Michigan is suing the State of Illinois and other entities that govern the waterways here. Minnesota, Ohio and Wisconsin have filed documents in recent days supporting Michigan’s move, and Indiana says it will soon do the same. 

… and the experts claimed it was the Colorado River that would touch off the festivities, only their predictions didn’t include a voracious bottom scavenging silver missile that maimed water skiers.

Mr. Cox, a Republican who is running for governor of Michigan this year, said hundreds of thousands of jobs in his state depended on Lake Michigan, and in December he filed a lawsuit.

… and a gubernatorial race hanging in the balance would lend a sense of urgency. Nothing quite like accusing the other fellow of liking fish – then somehow linking it all to Al Qaeda.

“Dammit, Bob. How can you look these good citizens in the face when your daughter keeps Goldfish by her bed?”

“… but …”

“… and you knew they were Carp when you bought them, didn’t you?”

I’d keep a weather eye on this case where possible. The courts will act much too slow to effect real change. The Carp will scream into the Great Lakes like biscuits love butter, and we’ll be treated to a decade or two of legal fallout.

Tags: Great Lakes carp invasion, bighead carp, Asian silver carp, fishing, gubernatorial election, Army Corp of Engineers, Colorado River, water rights

Audubon California lectures while they pass the humidor

It’s only a blip on my radar, and  few are losing sleep over a dirty little dustbowl lined with “Quad” tracks.

This morning commences the Cache Creek Aggregate Producers Breakfast, where they’ll be attired in top hats and too-tight vests, an abundance of hearty backslaps and thick cheroots, and some environmental pipsqueak trying to be heard over the din champagne corks and water jokes.

Yes, these fellows are the “evil industrial complex” that saw fit to drain my creek dry to fuel their “13% more tomatoes grown during a third year of drought.”

Monitor a dust bowl, Mr Fat Cat

I’m being overly melodramatic – these are actually the “evil indrustrialists” that make a moonscape of the watershed, and after peeling Mother Nature’s brassiere off – they’ll donate her pock marked form to the county – thereby collecting enormous tax write off’s and engendering good feelings …

… and they don’t need a lecture from  Audubon California (as will be featured) reminding them of their civic responsibilities, as they’ve decided a riparian zone dustbowl is plenty good for buzzards and rodents.

There hasn’t been any water in four months. And as the last ragtag squadrons of wild fish are coming up the Sacramento, again there’ll be nothing to spawn in.

… save the little beaver pond to the left of the table groaning of pastries and sausages, whose inhabitants desperate actions dammed the last trickle to build a shrinking pond in the middle of a desert.

Over the last couple of years I’ve removed my support from our traditional conservation organizations because I believe their priorities are wrong. I understand they mean well, and are trying desperately to preserve things they cannot keep operational. It’s this attempt at saving the rarified names, and fancy watersheds – while ignoring the commonplace that has me disgusted.

… and so they play the game. Today’s breakfast it’s Audubon California handing out conservation plaques to the guys that bulldozed a shitty little brown trickle that no one cared about.

… the salmon cared a great deal, as 50 miles of perfect pea gravel has been denied them.

I’ll assume there’s some great plan out there, where they’ll trade my 50 miles of unknown for 400 yards of really prime real estate somewhere far north of me – someplace it’ll take me a hundred dollars to get to – but as they lack budget to manage it affectively, I won’t really want to go there.

This month’s eco-bulletin will announce a major victory, acquiring the very tree that Joaquin Murrieta pizzled on while being chased by cavalry. The price will be a couple of scientists having to hand some fat cat a plaque – and he’ll want to wash his hands after …

Thanks Mr. Aggregate for January, grower of watery pink tomatoes which become slightly gray under the hot lamps of Wendy’s, I hope you choke on an English Muffin.

Tags: Yolo County Parks & Resource Department, Cache Creek Aggregate Producers, Riparian monitoring, Little Stinking, fishless fishing

By God it’s Wood Duck …

As a follow up to this morning’s post, here is the final feather coloration after it’s been dried completely.

The completely dry feather

That’s a superb match. The real lesson is compensating for water’s darkening effect, the extra shades you allow knowing how much lighter the color will be the morning.

There’s only one real way to learn how to avoid a three-shade mistake and it involves destroying an awful lot of Mallard flank.

Like I did.

It’s cheap so it shouldn’t give you much pause. Stick to inexpensive materials to learn the craft, and remember that “less is more” when it comes to matching Mother Nature. You need weak dye baths that buy you the time to watch the feather color.

Tags: Wood Duck flank, lemon yellow, Mallard, weak dye bath