Monday, August 4, 2008

Bluebacks



Earlier post from C.V.:
I just stumbled across the first definition I have ever seen of "bluebacks"
"Then someone made a comment that the fish was a blueback. In this neck-of-the-woods, a blueback refers to a steelhead that has a bluish back, as opposed to its typical mint-green back. A blueback's scales actually sparkle like blue sapphires when the sun strikes it a certain way – no exaggeration!
In steelhead nomenclature, bluebacks signify the end of the run, which normally occurs sometime in late February or March, the bluebacks usually running less than 10 pounds. But this fish, being as large as it was immediately brought back memories of the beginning of last year's run, which started out with a lot of large bluebacks as well."
Complete Story:
Our rivers are up around here, nothing crazy like up north; but enough to make for some excitement! Hope all is well - Chris


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Saturday, July 26, 2008

Word from the Deshutes




Hi Jim,

It was a lot of fun. There were quite a few 6-8 lb. natives in the
river and I managed to hook one about a mile below the Rattlesnake Rapid
on the west bank. It's a wonderful stretch of the river because you can
wade easily quite far into the river on the basalt. It's about an
hour or more walk from the car so that weeds those without heart. I
almost skipped the spot to continue working down to the woman I was fishing
with that evening. But it looked fishy - an apparently deep slot a
short distance downstream from a rock. I had barely been in the water; on the first cast fish on... Sure enough the Freight Train... I did not take
a picture, because I sort of man handled the fish and wanted to release
safely. I did take pictures of the river and a couple of other items I
found on the trip (see attached). The only drawback to the lower
river is the pretty high number of fishers - many gear fisherman - as well
as fly fishers most of whom had spey rods.
Two public comments:
1. If you see someone fishing ask if you can "step in" either above or below
them depending on whether they are steelhead or trout fishing with a
fly. For steelhead fishing you step in above the person already fishing;
for trout the opposite applies. All bets are off with gear fishers,
although the ones we encountered were amiable enough.
2. I'm never skunked "catching" all the debris people lose or leave
behind in rivers. This year alone I've found a nice cutting tool (I'll send a picture over the weekend) and those pliers (the "keepers") not to mention all the line, leader and monofilament.Imagine if every fisher just picked up one item they could easily carry...

Tight Lines,
Susan S.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Third Time Charm







This year I had the privilege to fish the McCloud 3 times in the beginning of the season. By far the best fishing I had was the the third time.
It was the first of July and the Fly Shop bulletin warned the water agency was playing with the flows; some days it would be too high to fish. I got to Ash Camp at 8p.m. with the intention of fishing the the following day. Morning arrived I met my neighbor in the site next to mine. He reiterated the warning of the erratic flows and added that he had seen 2 rattle snakes and a bear had been in the back of his truck last night. Parr for the course. I got my gear and self ready to fish by noon. There were few people in the camp site so I was confident I would have the river pretty much to myself. Crossing over the foot bridge and hiking down The Pacific Crest Trail I took the the first exit to the river.
As soon as I reached the river's edge I saw a fish rise. From then (about 2p.m ) until dark multiple hatches of P.E.D.s, Golden Stones and caddis flies increased. As the number of flies on the water increased the number of fish rising to them did too. By dusk it was a frenetic blizzard of bugs and splashing fish. As Al Swearengen would say, "It was fucking great" - too bad they can't put that on the board at The Fly Shop.
The next day the flows were up again. I was off to put some pictures at The Brown Trout Gallery in Dunsmuir and home.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Big Bugs on the Deschutes







I met Bill on the Upper Deschutes on Thursday. He had gotten there the day before and had success in stalking and catching a beautiful Brook Trout (see last pic). We fished the river around Cow Meadow. Last year there had been an intense hatch of Pale Evening Duns and, as a result, I had a good success with spinners. That had been late July. This year Spring had been late and we were early. Aside from Bill's fish, mosquitoes and otters were the most exciting thing happening on the river. After a day and great blood loss we moved on to the lower river.
Bill had heard that we might encounter the tail end of the salmon fly hatch. This report was seconded when we stopped into The Patient Angler Fly Shop in Bend to get an update and have our wallets lightened. Pumped up with new flies and novel ways of catching fish we left the shop and headed for the town of Madras. Then a little further on 97 North and a dirt road along the river brought us to Mecca Flat, the forefront of the hatch of Salmon and Golden Stone Flies.
The most sought after 100 square feet of real estate at Mecca Flat is not a campsite; it is the one lone tree that provides the only shade in the campground. The camping challenge is to find a place to kick back during the hot and intensely bright sunny afternoons between one and four. It was a relief not to have to battle the mosquitoes of the Upper Deschutes but the sun and the wind provided ample conversational material for domestic complaint.
It wasn't until the second night, when I received information from some folks from Portland, that I began to catch fish. First I happened upon Evan as he was landing an 18" fish. He had been flipping a Hare's Ear in the current behind a fallen tree. Then later, as the sun had begun to set I saw fish leaping and jumping as it was being landed downstream from me. A nice young lady in a smart straw hat called, " Little yellow mayflies", as she passed by to fish up stream. I had been fixated on the big big stone flies I had seen flying and floating by. Though the sun had gone down, there was still too much light for the big patterns to fool the fish. It was not until later, when it was almost dark, that the fish were fooled by the size 2 and 4 artificial dry flies.
Later, I on my way back to camp I stopped at a camp. It was the party from Portland including Evan, Susan and "One Fly Fiji". Over beer and snacks we all exchanged stories and information collected during the day.
Bill and I stayed another two days. In which time I caught my biggest fish on a big golden stone nympth fly I had found in a tree, a few weeks earlier, on the McCloud. we had a great lunch at The Deschutes Crossing Restaraunt, witnessed a magnificent thunder storm drench the desert, fished in a lightning storm and viewed some of Oregon's unique scenery.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Art Show in Bend









Drove to Bend via the Upper Sac., Brown Trout Gallery, Chris, Shadeen, Lou, lots of snow, the Deshutes and finally Starbucks on Wall Street. Came back via the McCloud Dave and Tom the Lower Sac. in search of Shad and yet higher gas prices.
Some of my favorite ruminations along the way were: Bush"s failure was the failure of people like me. People that grew up in a privileged setting that did not need to tend to the details. People who could have the good idea and have some one else execute it. People that didn't need to clean their rooms. Another thought was to write a book about my mother. Then my encounters with patriotic symbols such as Bald Eagles and flags and the lack of resonance these symbols have in my psyche. And finally my thoughts concerning "The War on Terror" and how this seems such a cheap labeling trick. I mean when you have a country (USA) declare "war" on another country (Iraq) one tenth the size of itself; that's like me declaring "War" on the gofers in my garden.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

The Body Earth


This post sucks.
I am trying to resolve the apparent fact that acting in a humane manner is actually shortsighted and self-destructive. I can't seem to shake the idea that the terrible disasters which befall humanity are actually good for the planet, and ultimately humanity itself. The Body Earth is infected with a virus called Humanity. Global warming is the Body Earth's reaction to a deadly virus. In the past Mother Earth cleansed herself of this virulent sickness (humanity) with Ice or Plague but now the virus may have the upper hand.
Arthur C. Clark's monolith is found on the tectonically static surface on the moon. There inscribed in long forgotten symbols is a description of forbidden fruit; it is black and slippery. We call it oil. But the earth was doomed before the internal combustion engine. Doomed even before the birth of humanity; because we are not other than the earth. Just as the earth is not other than the sun. The sun is of the stars and we all are but stardust.
Here are some questions I am trying to resolve:
What is my carbon footprint? Every step I take is a carbon step. It is not greed or some other evil impulse that has led us to this eve of destruction. Unless the quest for self-elucidation is evil. How many of us would be willing to live strictly within daylight hours? The expression of humanity itself is carbon generative. In that quest, even in its infancy, are the seeds of self destruction.
We know that the presence of humanity in great numbers brings about the destruction of the planet. What blindness do we suffer which impels us to save our fellow man-despite the preponderance of evidence that we would be better off without so many of him. What is the quality of shortsighted self-destruction we value so much.
When a great disaster befalls an intensely populated part of the earth should we not count our blessings? Should we not see it as stroke toward the greater good of planetary balance and health? Can we deny our secret emotional alliance with Scrooge when he dares say: " .... the sick, they should hurry up and die and decrease the excess population."?
But where is our "brave" speech when someone close to us is threatened or, God forbid, it is our own lives that are in the balance. Do we then see the benefit that one less soul ( our own) will have upon the planet. No! It is unfair and unjust that we should die so soon or without fulfilling the the promise of our lives. But what about all those hundreds of thousands other people that were just washed away. Didn't their lives also have promise? Or at the very least, aren't they allowed the same attachment to their lives we have to ours? Well, thankfully we did not know any of those people so, in that case, its one for our side or, the planet's side, hee...hee.
But wait! What to do now...the end is upon us; you and most importantly me. Oh God! This this not fair; I was supposed to live a full life. Now it appears to fullness of my life is the diminution of the planet and thereby the diminution of my prospects as well. What a drag, I'm beginning to feel inhibited. Everything I do costs something to the planet. What happened to all those phony scientist and talk show hosts that were telling us there was no "Global Warming". Oh Jesus, even Bush, the world's greatest provider of misinformation, lies and regressive philosophies now is admitting there is a problem. Where is a human to hide? And talk about regressive philosophies; what about the Catholic Church? Who do you think is a cause of greater pollution - Exon Mobile or the Pope? Well, do the math and consider cause and effect in the equation.
What price is our humanity. Is our humanity indeed in conflict with our own best interests. Can we afford to feed the hungry, save the poor, express our humanity. Would it not be better to let those in need die, and when we are also in need, die quickly ourselves. Of what use can we be when we are old in diapers expressing nothing but shit, piss and methane. Of what price humanity-and who will pay ?
And yet more questions and a few answers:
Who does pay ? Who has always paid ? When family Homininae slaughtered family Elephantidae in Siberia and North America, who paid ? Was it the Woolly Mammoth that paid for the perpetuation of humanity? What did the mammoths get for it and the bigger question - was it a good deal for the planet? Has the human family ever been a good deal for the planet ? Other families have found a way of enhancing the planet. Their lives contribute to the betterment of others. The family Canidae contribute to the herds of deer they hunt by thinning out their old and sick and preventing the herds from overgrazing. In turn what they leave is food for smaller animals and eventually birds and finally worms. The wolf's life is integral to the health of its environment. And trees, who can deny the helpful nature of trees. But we humans, it seems, would prefer to give nothing back. We would even sequester our dead bodies from anything that might find them useful. Who do we think we are? What do we think we are? And if we are not who we think we are; then will not someone or something will pay for our ignorant behavior?
Are we humans really so unique? If we reduce this question to simple parts, as in the actions of the Homininae toward the Elephantidae 6000 years ago, perhaps we can extract the essence of our place in the universe. At that point it would seem we were not so different from our animal cousins. At first glance a tribe of humans would look much like a pack of dogs. But there were differences. Or were there? We need to exclude intentions and tactics because those were close to, or the same as, our canine brothers. Anthropologist like to point the manufacturing of tools or the walking on two legs as the dividing line between man and beast. Other scientists say the basis for of humanity lies in brain size I'm not talking about fire and basic tools because those were effects not causes and we can see by the histories of stone age men acquisitions of those attributes did not tip the environmental balance. So what is the difference between a stone age man and a woolly mammoth? For that matter whats the difference between modern man and an amoeba ? Well for one, we outsmarted the woolly mammoth but on the other hand there are some one celled creatures that have come close to doing us in. Then what is it that makes us different; what makes us so destructive compared to the rest of life on this planet?
A good question for cosmologists is: How long does it take a fertile planet (a planet that can initiate and sustain life) to produce intelligent life? And then the likely follow up question is: how long before that planet self destructs? But the first question should be : What is Intelligent Life? How do you define intelligent life? I would propose that it has to do with thought. Specifically the ability to see thought as other than self. The distance between thought and self in a life form is the difference between reaction and responsibility. Of life on this planet, humans are the only beings that possess this ability, that is what makes us unique. The fact that we don't all exercise this ability is a form of ignorance. This is why in the Mahamudra tradition Human life is considered: Precious. Human life is an opportunity and the opportunity is very close at hand. It is as close as your next thought.
We tend to believe there is a difference between life and matter. When Einstein realized there was no absolute difference between energy and matter we failed to see the ramifications this had on our concepts of life. The physicists were at the lecture but the biologists were out to lunch. So what we have is: Energy Matter Life (L) Intelligence (I) and of course THE SPEED OF LIGHT (C2). Those are the basics right?
E = MC2
E=D
D = L + IC2
The reason I can still get away with this reckoning is that Intelligence has not figure a way to infuse life into matter therefore, as of yet, Life remains as pure a concept as energy, matter or THE SPEED OF LIGHT. By the way E ( energy) is the same as destruction (D) because when matter is destroyed when it becomes energy.
Is not the true measure of a footprint the effect that footprint, carbon or otherwise. Who's actions create the greater amount of carbon in the long run - the Big Oil executive that commutes to work in an SUV or the guy that helps to save a thousand people in Myanmar? Environmentalism has become the new religion with every bit as much irrational arbitrary belief and ritual as any other religion. Is the humane nature in humanity its ultimate downfall. If our goal is to save the planet, will we not need to examine all our impulses - even the ones we think of as noble. If we truly wanted to be effective at saving the planet, wouldn't the best way be to bomb China and India back to the stone age then conquer Brazil and make the Amazon Basin a big national park. Then,crush all the cars in America and Europe and outlaw any artificial light. That might work; but I don't think we would be ready when the asteroid heads our way.
All religions have origins. When we trace the origin of Environmentalism we find the Jainism the Indian spiritual , religious, philosophical tradition that dates to 9Th century B.C. Because Jains believe that everything is alive, in some sense, and that many beings possess a soul, great care and awareness is required in going about one's business in the world. Jainism is a religious tradition in which all life is considered worthy of respect and it emphasises this equality of all life, advocating the protection of the smallest creatures. Jainism encourages spiritual independence (in the sense of relying on and cultivating one's own personal wisdom) and self-control