Stan Fagerstrom 10/31/14
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
Chris Grech 10/30/14
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Andy Schneider 10/27/14
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
David Johnson 10/23/14
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
Stan Fagerstrom 09/30/14
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
David Johnson 09/28/14
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
Stan Fagerstrom 09/04/14
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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(Licensed Oregon Fisherwoman)
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
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.
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
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?
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
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
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
"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
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
Tears. I just stood there in awe and cried while my niece laughed
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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I love my life, and it's a pleasure to fish it.
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These were simply dolloped onto brown rice crackers (Costco) and sprinkled with finely chopped green onions. Delish! Would have been the bomb with a light spread of wasabi-laced cream cheese. (I guess that's on tomorrow's shopping list!)
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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!!)."