Category Archives: fishing

I just need regular rubber, the creek provides the Sticky

I was doing the math on the current set of hip boots and rather than pooch out the lower lip claiming I’d been used cruelly, I realized that my seasons are a bit different than most…

Hodgeman Wadewell II Hipboots after two seasons The left boot was taking on water from both heels and soles, I’d managed to wear through both, and the right boot was slurping water through both the uppers and heels, and all of this accomplished in two seasons.

Figure 100 days fishing per season – and the average trip walking distance of four miles, I’d managed to put nearly 1000 miles of streambed on these boots in an abnormally short time.

Federal statistics claim the average angler does about 9 trips per year – so that elevates me to the Truly Awesome Timewaster percentile.

These were the Hodgman Wadewell II hip boots which boasted an uncharacteristically good fit on my size 12 feet. All those miles were done in “street” socks – and nary a blister.

Hodgman Bantam Soles I liked them so much I bought two more pair; one identical to the original, and a second lighter set – the Hodgman Bantam weight Nylon, featuring an identical instep and sole as the Wadewell variant.

Two sets allow me to use one pair in the waters with confirmed invasives, and the second pair for water where they haven’t been confirmed (but are likely present). As mentioned in my “Where’s the Beef” post, most of the biologists are keeping watchful eyes on the blue ribbon watersheds, I won’t know what’s latched onto me for some time.

If you’re fishing more than 25 times a year you’re in the “high risk” angler category. You fish so often your gear may not dry thoroughly. Additional pairs lowers the risk somewhat – and as the Hodgman Bantam’s were only $35 (regularly $53), it’s cheap insurance considering the miles I’ll pack on those soles.

… and welded boot foot construction; no tongues, laces, and tomfoolery that can trap critters in those uppers. It’s no proof against invasives, but it lowers my “host” coefficient a bit compared to detachable wading shoes. I’m not lulled into thinking Vibram soles and conventional laces are an improvement.

The water I fish may be forlorn, odiferous, and forgotten – but I take mighty good care of it just the same.

Tags: Hodgeman Wadewell II, Hodgman Bantam weight Nylon, hip boots, waders, rubber soled wading boots, invasive species, brownlining, Vibram soles, fishing statistics

High dollar tackle attracts the unwanted element

It’s an uncomfortable thought to be sure, having to repurchase your entire ensemble. It seems that every state has some premier fishery which has the unsavory crowd prowling the parking lots for unattended loot.

Fishing the urban interface is worse, with easy access to riverside parking areas whose cars are left unattended for great lengths of time, whose owners are waist deep in water – and powerless to prevent the snatch and grab…

As the value of the tackle increases and with the ready market provided by Craigslist and eBay, we can only look forward to more of the same – as contemporary tackle eclipses the value of CD players and tape decks.

I stopped using rod tubes for that reason – and if a friend brings one, I’ll remove the cap and hang the sock out of the top within view  to avoid the shattered window. Most precautions are obvious, don’t display extra tackle within easy reach – and make sure your tape deck is an eight track …

 

I wasn’t surprised when I read of the capture of the Missouri Tournament bandit – the debut of the “thousand dollar rod” foretold that someone would start pursuing anglers specifically. This fellow stalked the professional BASS circuit, rifling the boats moored after each days fishing.

When apprehended the police found nearly a thousand items in his garage, all pilfered from nearby lakes.

“They know people will be there with high dollar fishing equipment,” said Sgt. Callahan. “The general public doesn’t realize the dollar value…the rods and reels can be high dollar.”

The last time I calculated the costs of our entire ensemble; including leaders, flies, tippet spools, and assorted dangling vest accoutrements – even I was surprised at the totals – nearly $3300 per man (2007 prices). Figure resale on eBay would generate half of those costs – that’s a tidy sum.

Just keep alert. As the gear grows in value – so do the ranks of those that covet it.

Tags: tackle theft, BASS tournament, eight track tape, eBay resells stolen property, caveat emptor, empty rod tube, anti-theft, thousand dollar fly rod

The Rose goes in front, Sweetpea

slurry For all the promise of the Internet and the billions spent on ecommerce, I still got jilted at the alter…

There’s only a half dozen phrases in the English language that should never be uttered – most involve women and drinking, but despite all efforts to the contrary I got one of them yesterday:

Your waders are on back-order.”

Getting a boot full of body temperature toxic slime is a professional risk if you wander amid vegetables and stagnant creeks. The rest of you must endure the unwelcome icy chill of the Pristine, which is nearly as bad, but lacks the flesh eating bacteria of the Central Valley.  A slide down the bank followed by an unwelcome trickle at the knee or calf is typically shrugged off as fate.

Any gum-chewing teenybopper clerk should know that waders are always a last minute purchase and should never be back-ordered. We swore we’d replace them after the last trip – and blew that task off as the next outing was inconceivably distant; now we’ve got 24 hours before our next adventure and need replacements yesterday, dammit.

… now we’re staring “bare-assed” in the face and it’s all his fault.

My fault really, another reason I should’ve sprung for the Simm’s Headwaters Pants versus the Hodgman Wadewell II – despite their cost, the fellow at the shop would’ve been a little sympathetic …

Foul oaths, fist pounding rage and generous dollop of thumb-sucking in the fetal position. Eventually you find the four ounce tube of Aqua seal and “toothpaste slurry” every seam and surface abrasion.

Out comes the spackle knife and you cover everything else for good measure – hoping it’ll dry by morning. All the while you know it’s not going to do any good – other than to reduce the interior diameter to the point you have to roll them on like lace stockings.

… which can be titillating to be sure, but damp thigh-highs aren’t as comfortable as a couple of well drinks would make them appear ..

Tags: Aqua seal, leaking waders, toothpaste, toxic slime, backorder, ecommerce, Simm’s Headwater pants, Hodgeman Wadewell II, Internet

Nuke them from orbit, Willy-boy!

I’ve always been jealous of the really good social issues, having some neo-Jesus like Bono or Sting whispering in the President’s ear is guaranteed to fast track aid to the starving millions in [insert_name_here].

Us fishermen have endured the conspicuous lack of Tier 1 entertainment talent advancing our issues with heads of state, or immortalizing us in the lyrics of a tune that’ll haunt us from tinny elevator speakers – whose instrumentals follow us down the vegetable aisle.

It’s why we can’t get our agenda past the wooden-faced secretary – and we’re carted out screaming before the network news arrives.

All that’s changed now.

Fresh from saving the entire human race, and specifically saving the planet courtesy of a stymied fish god, we’ve got the porcine William Shatner chatting up prime ministers to save the last six or eight Pacific salmon.

Kirk and Salmon 

Eat your heart out hunters, all you can muster is Ted Nugent

Mr. Shatner has petitioned the Canadian government to remove all the salmon farms that native fish must pass in their return to fresh water, otherwise he’ll ignore the Prime Directive and lay a three second phaser burst on Calgary, or possibly most of Quebec …

Tags: William Shatner, Captain James T. Kirk, Canadian salmon farms, pacific salmon, celebrity influence, fishing celebrities, tier one pandering, wild salmon, phasers, Bono, Sting, vegetable aisle, elevator music

Singlebarbed says Where’s the Beef – In the absence of hard science are we being railroaded into a felt sole ban that may be a negligible factor?

Show me the fuggin BEEF I’m one of those skeptical fellows that grows more so with each article on invasive species and the proposed felt sole ban. We’ve all seen plenty of “trust me” science and the rise of the conclusive inconclusive finding, and I’m beginning to doubt that the facts support a ban.

It started innocently enough, with New Zealand Mud Snails less than 5 miles from my house, it begged additional research into which of the other odiferous brown rivulets nearby were also affected.

As you might expect, science largely sticks to the pristine, ignoring my fetid little creeks as already lost to pollution and therefore unworthy.

But the research papers led me down a deepening rabbit hole, each ending in question marks and supposition rather than hard science and facts. Blame my upbringing, as the Haight Ashbury in the 1960’s taught us to question authority, and not be led by the nose.

So I continued to dig deeper.

Research documents on the current strain of invasives; Didymo, New Zealand Mud Snails, and the Quagga and Zebra Mussels, tell a different story than our angling press. Their conclusions are rather surprising given the constant barrage of Cal Trout, Trout Unlimited, and Federation of Fly Fishermen literature – which makes felt soles the overriding scapegoat for much of our unclean behavior.

What’s not in doubt is our role in the spread of invasives like Didymo and the Mud Snail. Waders and wading gear are a known “vector” by which unwanted organisms are transported from one waterway to the next. But felt soles don’t appear to be the primary issue – and in many studies were not even mentioned.

I remember the outrage of senators forced to vote on a thousand page stimulus plan posed by the Obama administration, how there wasn’t time to read it all before the vote ensued.  It’s in my nature to ask, are we being railroaded to a similar speedy fix lacking proper scientific protocol with the proposed ban on felt soled wading shoes?

The documentation from the 2007 FFF Montana Symposium on invasive species lists fishing equipment, wading boot tops, and neoprene waders, as surfaces likely to carry the Didymo diatom, yet two years later only felt soles are facing a likely ban in 2011.

Cells are able to survive and remain viable in cool, damp, dark conditions for at least 40 days (Kilroy 2005). Fishing equipment, boot tops, neoprene waders, and felt-soles in particular, all provide a site where cells remain viable, at least during short term studies

Boot foot waders and neoprene wetsuits are outside the influence of fly fishing organizations as they’re used by many unrelated industries. Are we imposing our will on the only group that is semi-native to fly fishing, the detached boot – stocking foot wader makers?

… and does the science really conclude that’s the preferred alternative?

Why is there no push to change wading shoes uppers – rife with lace holes and layered tongues containing the same damp nooks and crannies as the felt sole?

Research suggests the upper lace area to be equally bad as the felt sole in terms of straining and capturing small organisms. A return to the welded boot foot wader would partially solve the issue, removing all laces and tongues and the damp areas surrounding them. Such a ban would be more appropriate than merely changing the sole and allowing the spread of invasives from the lace area, so why not ban both?

We’d all wear welded boot foot – cleated soles, like Dad did … a bunch of wading shoe manufacturers would go out of business, but we’d be doing our part to keep the environment sacrosanct.

… only manufacturers would never go for that, would they?

Didymo was first recorded in North America in 1894 (Cleve 1894-1896) at Vancouver Island in Canada, it’s native to Scotland and China, and didn’t get the invasive label in earnest until the New Zealand outbreak of 2004. It’s not considered an invasive to the Northwestern US, as its been here longer that some of us.

Many research papers suggest an incomplete knowledge of the Didymo diatom – why it’s initial presence is found frequently in dam tail waters, and while citing humans as a factor also raise the question about waterfowl and animal dispersal.

Many scientific journals postulate that it’s the evolution of the organism itself that has allowed its spread to warmer waters:

Why didymo all of a sudden changed into such an irritating and invasive species, no-one has yet figured out. The most prevalent speculation is we’re seeing the outcome of a biologically successful genetic mutation.

If true, then this becomes a completely different ball game – with birds, bears, and even wind able to carry a live diatom the short distance to the next creek.

The New Zealand government also supports a ban of felt soles, yet documentation from their website cites the lack of knowledge about Didymo in their 2004 research;

There appear to have been no attempts overseas to control or eliminate D. geminata, and no studies to date on how the species spreads.

As does the 2007 FFF Invasive Symposium document which cites, “ an organism for which we lack basic biological and ecological knowledge.”

Yet we’re so sure felt soles are the primary culprit we’re willing to ban them. I’ll have to ask “who’s so sure” because the scientific community hasn’t concluded anything.

The Didymo diatom is a single cell algae, small enough to be undetectable to the human eye, and easily carried on skin; a wet tee shirt, wading vest, or your flies. The New Zealand Mud Snail can be found in greater sizes, but studies of wading anglers find the most common size found clinging to waders and equipment is1mm or smaller.

Tests by the California Department of Fish and Game on wading gear found a correlation between  New Zealand Mud Snails and wading boots, but more snails were found inside the boot than lodged in felt soles. (It’s my assumption that “padded insole inserts” were the authors term for felt soles.)

The majority of NZMS recovered were associated with wading boots. NZMS were observed on the tongue area of wading boots, associated with the laces or the area of the tongue that was tucked beneath the lacing eyelets. Large numbers of small NZMS were present inside of the boots, having worked down between the boot and the neoprene bootie of the wader. If the boots contained padded insole inserts, NZMS were also found underneath the inserts, associated with sand grains. NZMS were recovered from every treated set of wading gear. Numbers of NZMS per sample ranged from 1 to 227 with a mean of 33 (Appendix 2). Over 50% of NZMS recovered were < 1 mm in size

Wading anglers are one of the problems, but research cannot yet quantify how much of the problem we are – nor whether we’re the primary “pollination vector” or merely one of many culprits.

Boaters with their bilges and live wells can transport diatoms and aquatic hitchhikers far easier than we can. Species introduced into man made impoundments and lakes spill over the dam and populate tail waters with great glee – spreading further with each winter’s runoff.

But overlooked in all of this is the role of waterfowl – which can fly great distances and can transport algae and mollusks both internally and externally.

Jstor article

Jstor article

The above JSTOR abstract suggests both mollusks and diatoms can be hosted by birds over great distances and considerable time. It also suggests that we don’t the full story on the role of waterfowl on dispersion and additional research is warranted.

The New Zealand government study concurs, suggesting that the location of its initial outbreak was most likely spread via human vector, but doesn’t rule out the threat of additional spread via birds:

It is conceivable that clumps of D(idymo).geminata could pass live through the guts of birds or animals. Atkinson (1980) experimentally fed freshwater planktonic algae to ducks and found viable cells of the diatom Asterionella formosa in two cultures. However, because of the very long times involved in long-distance bird migration, this again seems most likely as a means of local transport rather than global dispersal. Another possible mode of local transport of diatom clumps could be on feet or feathers/fur of birds and animals. See Kociolek & Spaulding (2000) for more examples

Which speaks to the root of my issue; if the scientific community doesn’t  yet know the answers why do angling organizations insist they do?

In conclusion, dispersal of D. geminata from its original geographical range into other parts of continental Europe and USA could conceivably have been assisted by avian vectors. However, this is a most improbable explanation for the sudden appearance of the species in New Zealand. The most plausible explanation is that the species has entered the region on a human vector. Birds and animals (as well as humans) could possibly be factors in any future dispersal within New Zealand.

I’m not content to follow the herd. Three years of college biology and chemistry doesn’t confer any special knowledge other than my ability to translate their vernacular. The science appears woefully incomplete  – and someone has to point out the lack of facts in this Great Crusade.

Felt holds better than rubber, sticky or otherwise – and I don’t need science to tell me my ass hurts less when extremities are outfitted with felt and studs. There’s far too much “we’re not sure” in the supporting documentation than I’m comfortable with – suggesting some retired dentist or lawyer is trying to tell me I should wear – and not science.

Read about the subject and make up your own mind.

Considering that many of my locals waters contain invasives – and worse; Goat guts and dead cats – it’s no surprise that I am cautious and adopted the welded boot foot-cleated rubber soled wader. I won’t find out what I’m dragging with me for many years as the Pristine gets first crack at all the biologists. Rubber soles and welded foot ensure I don’t spread anything other than cigar butts for the moment.

No rocks and soft gravel bottoms allow me to stay dry in slippery rubber cleats. I have separate waders for trout fishing that are never used in local waters – they’re old and neoprene, but never will the apples and oranges intermix.

I have no plans to abandon felt if the ban is successful and the science is still conjecture. We once buffed the cleats off jungle boots and equipped them with indoor-outdoor carpet – and can do so again. A couple pairs of cleated boots to cover my local waters, and a couple more rug equipped for trout expeditions should cover me nicely..

… and I’ll scrub snot off out of them in between.

(The California Department of Fish and Game article should be read specifically as it also addresses the effects of cleaning products on both waders and wading boots and whether the materials were damaged by the cleaning protocol.)

Tags: New Zealand Mud Snail, Diatom, Didymo, waterfowl, JSTOR, California Department of Fish and Game, Federation of Fly Fishermen, Cal Trout, Trout Unlimited, pollination vector, felt soled wading shoes, jungle boots, Neoprene waders, Obama, Stimulus Plan, Quagga, Zebra mussel

It’s certainly not a sign of a new Bull market

Cabela's Journal With so few publicly traded companies containing an angling footprint, and with fishermen a closed mouth lot its always been a struggle to get a feel for the angling economy …

.. but it appears there’s legs to the subsistence fishing notion, as angling bellwether Cabela’s (CAB) posted a fairly robust 6% increase in same store sales yesterday.

As the American consumer has awakened to the New Frugal, retail sales have suffered commensurately – with luxury items and large ticket purchases literally dropping off a cliff.

“As we look ahead into the third quarter, we are even more encouraged by the favorable trends in our retail and direct segments and our ability to tightly manage costs,” Millner said. “For the full year, we now expect total revenue growth and comparable store sales to increase at a low single digit percentage rate as compared to our previous forecast for total revenue growth and comparable store sales to be approximately flat.

This corroborates the survey suggesting an 11% increase in fishing license sales over the first quarter 2009. The prevailing theory is a worsening economy has families vacationing closer to home – with outdoor use replacing the more exotic venues.

… that’s a lot more kids wrinkling their nose at the plate containing a recent conquest.

Tags: Cabela’s quarterly report, subsistence fishing increase, license sales, fishing,

Ice Cream on tap and the Pizza Chopper hovering overhead

Coin activated showers Once again I’m the center of attention as co-workers dance about me in utter horror.

We’re leaving this morning for the Annual “Guys from work go fishing and talk smack about everyone else,” trip – and I’m being admonished to bring quarters for the shower…

“Shower? %$#@ That.”

While the other fellows roll their eyes skyward pantomiming the “Eww” face, I’m wondering how we got to this sordid gentrified state.

When I backpacked we’d use a handful of wild lavender for soap and go bare-arsed into the lake – and only then after being voted off the island. Grubby clothing and a weeks worth of stubble was nothing when you’re cutting your own firewood and survival was Rainbow Trout stuffed with the last handful of trail mix.

Add eight miles of dusty trail to a week without Twinkies, sprinkle in 5000 feet of elevation and we swore Rice-A-Roni was ladled by Wolfgang Puck hisself…

Older bro’s hushed whisper, “this lake has Brown Trout!” really meant, “maybe these are imbued with different natural spices” – as we’d run out of Lemon Pepper a week ago.

Now, with pavement leading up to a groomed fire pit and a trunkload of gleaming cutlery, thousand candlepower lanterns, and Gnocchi’s boiled over a gas stove – we’re back to white dinner jackets and fine china.

“Maybe some cold cuts and a little bread to make a sandwich, we’ll have been on the water for 15 hours, horse shit will look and taste good by then. Just keep the cleanup light – as once that food hits your belly – and after all that fishing, you’ll be asleep in minutes.”

They weren’t listening. They were lost in a land of pizza choppers hovering overhead delivering cases of cold beer and thick steaks.

It dawned on me that it’s the converse that’s true – and why I find so many empty discarded water bottles in the forest. It’s not how rough it is that characterizes the outdoor experience – it’s the degree you tamed the outdoors that now separates the hardcore from the casual.

Unless you’ve got ice cream on demand, you’re not an outdoorsman, unless you transform that 30X30 regulation campsite into your living room, complete with satellite TV and NFL Ticket, you’re a total outdoor wuss.

I’ve only got a couple of choices, yank the generator cord and watch them cry over all that wasted dairy, asking each other in disbelief whether it’s safe to eat pate and gruyere with mayonnaise that’s been room temperature for the last nine hours…

“Bob? *Sniff* Christ Jesus, the Grey Poupon’s been kilt!” 

… or I could just skip the shower all three days … which isn’t nearly as fatal, it only seems that way.

… um, still deciding ..

The rise of the legendary angler and the skills commensurate

We always had some form of sporting literature lying around, old Field & Stream magazines or Outdoor Life that eventually would migrate enmasse to the John, where they joined “the sporting ladies” of National Geographic on their final tour before discard.

Whether it was upland game or bird hunting, there was always some story featuring a grizzled antisocial codger who had uncanny hounds, or Labrador retrievers that played outfield for a AAA club, whose noses ferreted out game via nonverbal link with master and whichever direction chaw was spat …

Duck hunters got the fellow that drank excessively, grabbed his nose, squatted, and bleated some high pitched noise via nasal resonance; “ee-bie, eenie, EE-nie” – causing birds to halt midair and dive for his blind like Stuka’s swarming Poland.

I always thought fishermen were shortchanged with all these colorful stories, we got the “snagged rubber boot” story, whose characters spoke precise English and observed semi-normal hygiene.

Some fellow living in a log cabin in West Yellowstone isn’t colorful enough, especially when he’s book-ended with wife, kids, and SUV. Relationships prove he’s mastered most of the social skills, and not the kind of hoary legend I’d pay to guide me through the woods..

Water-witching, old guys with uncanny skills, and outdoor exorcisms have been the exclusive purview of our gun-toting cousins, but all that’s changed – we’ve got our own brand of superhero …

The Worm Grunter.

Feast your eyes on Page One of Sports Afield, ladies

Little red flags mark the writhing hoards of monstrous worms ready to do their master’s bidding – thousand yard stare from three tours with the LRRP’s in ‘Nam, it’s page one material, ladies …

… and if your Yellowstone guide can’t summon clouds of mayflies, you got ripped, Pilgrim.

Where Elvis and the Buzzbait will reign supreme

Lake_Tahoe Steeped in controversy yet the theory is simple; if garlic and lemon makes it palatable then it escapes the invasive label. If it’s too small to barbeque it’s destined to be fought tooth and nail.

The exception being Rock Snot, which despite urging from the President’s Council on Physical Fitness, we avoid salad like the plague so there’s little mystery in why we’re determined to eradicate it.

The Jewel of the Sierra Nevada, Lake Tahoe, may soon dwarf anything on the B.A.S.S. circuit – what with it being the second deepest lake in the US, proximity to the glitz and glamour of Reno, and filled with defenseless fat Mackinaw, Rainbow, and Brown trout just waiting to serve as forage for the Largemouth Bass…

That new world record from Japan is on unsteady ground in light of this high elevation jewel and its gradually warming water – two degrees in the last seventy years, and projected to warm further in the next decade.

Likely introduced by anglers in the Tahoe Keys neighborhood of South Lake Tahoe in the early 1990s, bass and bluegill appear to be spreading throughout the lake slowly but steadily.

The fish have overrun the Keys and have been found in more than half of the marinas and lagoons sampled around the lake.

The current residents were all introduced by Man, with eradication of the native Lahontan Cutthroat following shortly thereafter, making the Largemouth and Bluegill introduction a “double negative” – halting efforts to restore the native fishery.

A cold water Largemouth is fine table fare – and other than the Elvis impersonator in the V-8 equipped “party barge” next to you, little will change other than the quarry.

A powerpoint presentation suggests that the shallow marinas offer warmer water – and further development near the lake shore assists the warming process, with portions of the lake warming as much as three more degrees, allowing for a longer growth season and approaching temperatures Largemouth find attractive.

If current warming trends persist – about 2070 we’ll be hosting some spectacular fishing.

Plows or Pavement, the fish don’t like either

Studying the diversity of New Zealand’s freshwater fisheries for the last 30 years suggests even the exotic locales are struggling mightily.

Overall, at a national scale, the health of fish communities declined between 1970 and 2007, especially over the last decade (2000 to 2007). The biggest decreases in the health of fish communities were in rivers in mostly pastoral (farming) or urban areas.

Farming could very well be the weapon that quashes our meager resistance to land exploitation and pollutants. Everyone understands eating  – and naturally wants to keep doing so, which puts the battle of clean water versus plentful lettuce on a unique plane – against a foe we’ve only begun to understand.

The resource-rich, food poor countries like China, Saudi Arabia, and other Middle Eastern countries are buying agrarian land in more temperate longitudes to ensure their foods supplies.

You pump their gas, and they pump your water …

Lacking water and arable land – but rich in dollars and oil, makes for a heady mixture that ensures salmonids will see no respite anytime soon – despite their out-of-the-way home…

A report in May, co-authored by international agencies estimated that nearly 2.5 million hectares (6.2 million acres) of farmland in five sub-Saharan African countries has been bought or leased since 2004: an investment of $919.98 million.

A Little Stinking toxic can dump, 100 feet from the water Africa and South America comprise the bulk of existing sales, but we’re just entering this new paradigm and have little idea how virulent the trend will become.

Cities are toxic, but we’ll continue to mitigate the obvious pollutants as we’ve been indoctrinated to their ills for the last 30 years. What city people don’t realize is that farms can be just as toxic – and have less controls or monitoring than industrial chimneys and sewage treatment plants.

Which are the Usual Suspects…

Wading through farm chemicals offered me a unique perspective of the issue, and while I still eat lettuce – there are times when I wonder which resource is the most precious.

Plows and pavement both terraform the environment into something other than native, rendering the stream less diverse than it once was, only the fellow behind the plow isn’t percieved as some sinister corporation fielding a bevy of legal firms to whitewash transgressions.

Welcome to the 800 pound gorilla in our future.