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I'm one of the luckiest old timers who ever picked a tangled backlash out of his level wind reel.And when I mention luck, I'm not thinking of the wondrous opportunities I've had to fish from the Amazon to Alaska or the fish I've put in the boat from Nevada to New Zealand
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When trees deep in coastal canyons see less and less of daylight, their leaves start falling in such numbers that is almost seems like a winter snow storm. As the trees shed their beautifully colored fall foliage, much of their plumage finds it's way into the rivers turning tributaries into a flowing "Snow Globes" of leaves racing towards coastal estuaries
I killed about 500 coho yesterday.Yesterday I joined a group of Tillamook Angler and NW Steelheader volunteers at the Trask Hatchery to assist ODFW in processing surplus coho for the food bank
The call surprised me.When a question comes my way as a result of something I've written about fishing, it most often originates from someone just getting into the sport
The Rod Came Back!This story sure is a testament to the effectiveness of social media for getting the word out about things.About a month ago, while fishing in Astoria, we got ifnto yet another hot bite and my client Fred stepped away from his rod to tend my bow rod when his rod folded over
Carmen Macdonald 09/25/14
It's pretty certain that last year you probably heard the term "hover fishing" or "boat bobbering." It's not a new technique, but one that went through a mini-explosion on the Columbia River last year
As usual, once Labor Day roles past summer is over and the lower Columbia crowds evaporate.To their loss! I would say they all missed out
Carmen Macdonald 09/10/14
It seems that at this point, every couple of months I see another article published by notable researchers like Michael Blouin, Mark Christie and Michael Ford. To cut right to the chase, these studies conclude that the Relative Reproductive Success of hatchery fish is lower than that of wild fish
My companion didn't quite manage to turn a cloudy sky blue, but the cussing he was doing must have come pretty close.Ever find yourself fishing in some far off part of the world and the rod and reel you're having to work with just won't get the job done? That's where my friend found himself on the morning he was doing such a thorough job of practicing his profanity

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Jennie Logsdon Martin L.O.F.
(Licensed Oregon Fisherwoman)

October 31, 2014

Every time I laugh out loud when no one is around, I think of Tammy, my roommate in Oregon City. She has the gift of being able to laugh out loud, watching old movies on television. It echoes through the house on a regular basis. I'm envious of that laughter, that freedom, that wide open ability to get lost in a tummy tickling television show.
I just can't let go of my perceived reality long enough to be able to get absorbed into a written television script. I know it's not real. I know in my brain that it's a setup. Does that make sense? Why can't I let go and laugh!?
Sometimes... sometimes when it's a live comedy, or something like "Saturday Night Live", that can make me laugh... sometimes!
Don't get me wrong. I laugh on the inside. I often think things are funny, but I can rarely laugh out loud at something like a sitcom or movie.
Generally, I do live, loud outbursts at three things: My pets, Taylor Swift, and fishing. (Not necessarily in that order.} I suppose that I make up for the frequency of Tammy's laughing by the energy-output of mine.
I laugh at my pets, and at Taylor on TV or Youtube, and when I have a fish on, I shout out loud, loudly enough for people to hear me three rivers away!
My morning routines are always the same. Different at both houses, but the same, at each one. Dogs love routine, and so do I!
Whichever dog has been here at the river the longest has the routine down the best. That would currently be Revvie.
Willie is the young one, the rabble-rowser, and generally the one I'm laughing at (and yelling at!) the most.
I rise, ever so slowly from my bed these days, but after that initial rise, Willie pretty much chases me through my personal routine, while Revvie is still relaxing, asleep on the bed. She knows that Willie will do the job of hurrying me.
By the time I'm brushing my teeth, Willie is whipped into a frenzy, and I'm brushing harder, faster, rinse and done!
While I'm headed down the stairs, he's talking about it, with his "woo-woo-woo-woo's". By then, I'm giggling.
I feed the cat, and Willie has just about had enough. But, there's more! I have yet to fill my pockets with treats out of this box and that, and then pour my coffee and finally (oh, geemany Christmas!) finally head to the computer desk.
I turn my chair around to face them. This is it. The moment you've waited for....
Revvie on the right, Willie on the left.
But-- I don't move a muscle towards those treat pockets until everything is perfect and as I have taught them.
Inspection time! Are your boots shined?
Actually, I've only taught one dog, once, and that was over 16 years ago! From then on, the routine has been handed down, "learned" by the senior dog.
It is so funny to think of Revvie as the senior dog! At one time, Revvie was the terror of my life and I wasn't crazy about her at all! That is putting it lightly, too! She was such a wild child!
And now, years later, that same dog is quietly sitting, most adult-like, while Willie has got it half-right.
Willie is standing in his place, kind of quietly, but forgetting the rest with joyful anticipation. It's kind of like he's standing at attention, but his hair isn't combed and his shoes are untied. You know?
He wants to be a good soldier! He has good intentions!
"What's the hold up, Mom?"
Every morning it's the same amnesia. He forgets that he must be sitting. He must be "down".
I sit quietly, waiting, my entire being wafting with the scent of dog treats.
I can almost see it come over him like a ticker tape running through his brain.
That missing puzzle piece hits him like a flash of lightning.
"Oh! Down! I must 'down'! I must!" -and he hits the deck like a pirate under fire. I mean he HITS that deck, too! Down! All of his legs collapse and his body slams to the ground!
:"Sir, yes sir!"
That's when my full laughter roars through the quiet of the house! It's the funniest thing to me, to see his brain work like that! (ever so Springer-slowly!)
Then, and only then, do the dogs get their treats!
And again, my dogs have served their master in a way that no medicine could better serve.
Indeed, laughter IS the best medicine.
The laughter and the continuous joy that they feed me courses through my veins well ahead of, and much more efficiently than the caffeine I was going to depend on!
There is a yoga practice from India that people engage in. Read here. I was taught this by an old musician friend.
You sit, facing one another and the first person slaps their knee and makes the sound of laughing. Even if you don't feel it. You say, "Ho ho ha ha ha" Then, the next person does it. Slap their knee, and say "Ho ho ha ha ha" By the time you are four or five in, you are seriously laughing!
There are groups, now, that get together and practice this age old yoga. I want to go to one!
But, heck, as long as I have the dogs, who needs to?

October 28, 2014

It's about time you knew. I mean, what's it been? 9 years? 10?
I'm going to tell you something and if you don't like it, I'm going to just "Shake It Off!"
I knew that I couldn't keep this to myself forever, but I think it's leaked, and I might as well just come right on out and say it.
I'm a swifty.
I've tried to hide it. I've even made a different account on twitter, just so you wouldn't know. All of these years, and you thought I only had a passion for salmon.
I'm a cheater. I also love Taylor Swift.
Just like people who come back on ifish after being banned, I have tried to hide it on the internet.
More distinctly, (and more embarrassingly) I'm a swiftyoverfifty.
I created that term a couple years ago, and it stuck. I think it's rather cute, myself. :)
It was when I was laying in the hospital bed, ten years ago that I first heard Taylor. She was so young then, but I really liked her, and I loved the messages in her writing.
She inspired me to get well. I honestly think that I'm living today, due to Taylor Swift's music. She made me want to get out of bed and dance to my life.
My fan girling over a young country singer only grew over the years. I grabbed every cd she had. I watched every single youtube of her.
I searched the internet, tumblr, instagram, and twitter. I was hungry for more information, just the way I was hungry for a new recipe to cure salmon eggs. You know what that's like, right?
I became friends with other swifties. I wait anxiously, each week for new editions of Taylor Talk or Swiftcast podcasts. I'm hungry. Hungry for Taylor news!
She became an obsession, (ya think?) and last year, when I "won" pit tickets to see her in concert, I nearly died. And I mean that. I have never, ever had my heart tested in quite that way. The blood pulsed through me like never before.
Not only had I won the chance to get pit tickets, but the instructions for getting them told me I had to grab my credit card, fast- go to a certain website, and enter a certain code.
IF I was first, I would win.. I was never so panicked! I grabbed my credit card, (Where was it!?!) got to the website, and followed the instructions exactly. All of this, in a hurryhurryhurry!
It was kind of like those "ready set" contests I used to put out on the web, except for this was much more difficult and the prize, should I win, meant the world to me! I was absolutely shaking, trying to get everything right, and the first time I entered my information, I did it wrong, and it said I didn't win. But, the second time? I won! I won! I was the very proud owner of pit tickets for the Taylor Swift Red concert!
I belong to a community of Swifties and I was never so excitedly typing my joy when Bill walked in the door. I was sobbing.
He panicked. He immediately thought I had gotten bad news about my breast cancer, and held me tightly. The bad thing was that I was speechless. I couldn't get the words out to tell him not to worry.
"What's wrong, What's wrong, Jen?" He whispered ever so sweetly in my ear.
Finally I sputtered "I.. I... I won pit tickets to see Taylor!"
He let me loose and stared into my eyes. "What? What are pit tickets?"
He laughed as I finally was able to explain what had happened while he was gone. He was happy for me! He understood!
Even though I had just spent all the spending money I had allowed myself for the entire year, he understood!
I took my niece with me to go see Taylor. I took her partly to camouflage the idea that I was a swifty-over-fifty and I was just there to take my little niece to see Taylor. --but when Taylor walked out onto stage, it was more than obvious that I was there for myself.
Tears. I just stood there in awe and cried while my niece laughed at me!
The reason I tell you this, today is that I am exhausted. Don't expect me to answer many e mails today, or to

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A reminder from Jennie!
Do not burn yourself out!
Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast...a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it's still there. So get out there, and hunt and fish, and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the Grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely mysterious and awesome space.
Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the (bad word edited for this family site!!)."
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