He can’t talk so he wouldn’t rat you out if you’d been skunked. Just smooth out the teeth marks, dry him off, and throw him a Milkbone…
I’ve got to get me one of these – sure he’d be a liability, but any flea bit chow hound can do sit and roll over…
An 11 minute tour of the restoration efforts for the urban Coho salmon of Marin County.
Ever wanted to know what it’s like to go fishing with a genuine fly fishing blog author? Wonder why we never mention where we fish – like it’s some great, dark secret?
Nothing could be further from the truth.
We sure talk a helluva game, but when it’s time to show our l33t skills, we mostly look like Miss Kitty above …
OK, I do. The rest of the crowd actually knows stuff.
We thought they just shadowed us for the free meal, now we know they we’re studying our technique.
Now I know why both the beer bottles and Pautzke’s jars are empty.
If I was a deer hunter, I’d be worried.
I figure stream etiquette rightfully belongs to the Country and Western crowd, only because the million lines of anguished prose generated each season could be crooned into a double-platinum album for somebody, there’s more suffering, unrequited love, and boorish behavior than romance and breakup ever had…
It’s the only subject capable of turning fly fishermen into women, whose forums and magazines are replete with sobbing tales about, “I was low holed and wasn’t even kissed”, “he pretended I wasn’t even there” or “I called him a sumbitch and he never called back.”
Brownliners don’t have this problem because we expect the worst from our fellow man; while other anglers are still a rarity, people aren’t and etiquette is when the interloper relieves himself downstream of us, rather than above.
We’re “angling primitives” – quick to anger and react with handguns, clubbing weapons, or simple hand to hand, we don’t moan or leave in frustration, we just calculate how many rocks it’ll take to keep the corpse on the bottom..
One of our most productive tools for minor infractions is the iMu Vibrating speaker for the iPod:
The iMu vibrating speaker will transform any flat, hard surface into a top notch audio speaker.
Any hard surface is transformed into a vibration transmission device that’ll rival the sound of a chopped and lowered 1965 Impala.
Don’t get mad, get even.
Perch yourself on a rock shelf or large boulder that extends into the water, savor the selection of the appropriate Snoop Dog MP3, and crank the bass – watch aggressively feeding trout vanish, the waterline rise two inches, and the mannerless intruder leave in a huff.
[youtube width=”400″ height=”335″]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz3Cc7wlfkI[/youtube]
Prolonged exposure will deafen smaller fish – which isn’t as bad as would seem, when they get bigger you can wade close without scaring many.
I’ve used Wagner’s “Flight of the Valkyrie’s” on my pram for some time, we call it “announcing our presence with authority…”
Take a proud and noble prey and reduce it to a “turd” of shapeless fish flesh? The Wunder Boner is the greatest argument for catch and release ever devised…
Not even McDonalds has the nerve to display how a Fillet of Fish sandwich is made – with good reason, it’s liable to be as photogenic and noisy as pressure extruding a carp through a garden hose.
Freshly imbued with your day-long coaching of Wood’s Lore and sportsmanship – your proud child offers Mom the stringer, only to see them mashed into the cutting board as a sodden lump of flesh?
Why not just step on them first … and tell me you gutted the thing, or is that Sushi roll already stuffed?
It’s entitled, “Extreme Rock Fishing” – there’s a rock, some fishing, and it’s got a Metallica riff in the background. The words aren’t supposed to be a sentence – which is why it’s so difficult to understand.
It’s extreme because it has an bootlegged Metallica song – you can’t have elevator music or a light pop tune, it doesn’t make the participants on the fringe of society, isolated … a shining beacon of light in a dismal sea of conformity.
… and when Lars finds out you didn’t pay royalties for his tune, a very conformist brigade of lawyers in his employ will bust a cap in your bottom. Lars likes his music, but likes money better.
There’s a big rock in deep water, accessible only by boat – giving the extreme-carousing fishermen a chance to hide the jug if their spouse comes looking.
Rods and detached reel are bolted to the rock so that when the extreme drinking reaches a fever pitch, nobody kicks someone’s tackle into the depths when reaching for munchies or attempting to pee.
We did this in High School, only we called it “Extreme Muni Pier Fishing.” You take two cases of beer, mix that with a fifth of apricot brandy or Peppermint Schnapps, 3 pounds of raw squid, big hooks, and a boat rod.
When the squid tasted good, it meant you’d had too much to drink.
Of course chumming was illegal, vomiting wasn’t.
… and Mr. Merwin, the rod is there to keep the “million pound test” line off the rocks. Large fish plus tight line touching rock equals severed line and the angler missing a limb when the tension is released.
It appears the fish are cranked in close by the winch, the rod is lifted so they can gaff the beast, then it’s hand over hand from there.
I think “Extreme Lawn Chair Drinking” and the extreme hangover that followed is one of the reasons I gravitated to fly fishing. Certainly, the light line and lack of weight made the battle with fish so much more attractive, but as wisdom overtook youth – the extreme rowboat bass drinking, and extreme sturgeon beer guzzling lost it’s luster.
… and Brownliner’s are the only line of defense for the nation’s waterways.
A recent story on a child being knocked unconscious by a jumping Asian Carp piqued my interest, what I wasn’t prepared for is the scope of the issue and how far reaching the problem has become.
Imported by Midwest farmers to filter ponds, and escaping into the Mississippi River during flood season, the Asian Carp is on a collision course with the cold waters of the Great Lakes and Canada – and only an electric fence exists between them and the projected collapse of the entire fishery.
Asian Carp Invasion – Part 2
Their behavior is something you have to see to believe. It’s thought that the leap into the air as a reaction to predators, but millions of 10-20 lb fish going airborne at the same time is enough to deny rivers to pleasure boat traffic completely.
Asian Carp Invasion – Part 1
I’d hate to think a wading angler might get the same reaction.
We’re used to mini and micro invasive species that a liberal dose of 409 can stymie, but I don’t think you’re prepared to combat something that can take you out just as quickly.
The rough fish contingent may be able to slow them somewhat as they blow through the brown water, but this is a cold water fish and may be the future of many streams that hold trout. It’s silver and jumps so you may not miss much …
Science gone awry, now it’s torch and pitchfork time…
I yawned at the stem cell debate and didn’t blink at the prospect of genetic manipulation of crops, but Pavlovian fish sounds like something worth firebombing a clinic or two. Fish taught to swim into a net when a tone is sounded – it’s every guide’s dream and our worst nightmare rolled into one.
What’s next, teaching them to coat themselves in batter and hop inside a fryer?
The theory is simple throw farm fish into the ocean and have them swim back to be fed, while they’re not looking smack some with a hammer and wrap them in plastic.
The bigger goal is to defray the costs of fish farming, an increasingly important source of the world’s seafood. If fish can be trained to return to the farmer after feeding in the open ocean for several days, farms could save money on feed and reduce the amount of fish waste released in concentrated areas.
If this catches on – what canny guide wouldn’t start planting fish in his home water? Tough day with clients and drop the iPod earpiece overboard playing “the secret Tone.”
Why stop there? If you can get them to come to the boat, you might as well get them to rise a lot and jump periodically for added attraction. Imagine how clients will revere you when you glance at the water, stroke your chin, and pronounce, “..that weedbed at 9:00 has a ton of large fish..” – who could resist abusing that much raw power…
He also expects large numbers of released fish to be lost to predators.
This is like everyone on the block using the same frequency on their garage door opener, if I hear you humming while chumming – I’m likely to harvest your entire crop..
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Sorry this tone’s taken …
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Think again.
This isn’t one of those silly hijackers requiring you to dance around with a bottle of 409 hoping the neighbors don’t notice, this sure ain’t something you can point a finger at and bemoan it’s presence – no, this is something much better, with big sharp teeth that abducts terriers and small children.
“Frankenfish”, aka, the “Giant Snakehead” is forty seven times more deadly than a McDonald’s Big Mac, and can consume an adult human in a week or so … depending on its mood.
The species easily adapts to any freshwater habitat, including ponds, lakes, reservoirs, swamps, streams and drains. Eggs are laid in a sunken nest of vegetation near the shore, and the young are fiercely guarded by the parents. Full grown specimens can cause severe injury to humans who might inadvertently step near the nest. Juveniles are striped brown and black, and travel in large shoals.
The IGFA record is a 39″ specimen weighing nearly 21 pounds. If it liked your submerged buttock, you’d sure know about it quickly.
Some poor fellow landed one in the River Witham in Britain, and the natural concern is they may have achieved a foothold on a new continent. No additional sightings have been confirmed, but a lot of ecologists are gnawing on their fingernails as a result.
Be very afraid, the Snakehead can breathe air and walks on land..
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmU7etSYYqI&feature=related[/youtube]
On a morbid personal note, (and because TC expects it) it’s about time we had a good stand up fight instead of a “bug hunt” – us or them, Baby. It may prove our finest hour.
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