Here is what you guys should do!

Jennie@ifish · 10-19-2001, 02:16 PM

Go fishing!
Had a nice time today!
Incidently caught a 16 1/2 inch cutthroat, but Bill caught a nice 25 lb buck. So fat we thought it was a hen for a while!

And who do you think netted the fish?
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So, it's mine, right? My fish!!!
Then, we met up with hookset and his fine most beautiful craft....

Man, it was a beautiful morning!
We caught the first one out there, and then lip ripper got into one in Hooks boat.

Wasn't a red hot day, except for the crowd! I saw so many people I knew. It was so packed that we had to put in, I drove the trailor down the road and Bill picked me up at the picket fence. Worked out dandy!
Tons of people though! Aluminum hatch for sure!
Saw Tanner, a Duckworth boat full of friends of Shanes from work, Tim Juarez, Hook, lip ripper, Marty Peterson, oh man, a bunch of people!
What a nice day!
I'm so sorry that you guys have to stay here and argue. What a pity! Oh well, I guess someone has to do it!
Jen

SlabQuest · 10-19-2001, 02:34 PM

Oh Jennie!

What a great tact! Since asking nicely doesn't work, maybe you can shame some of the rabble rousers into civil behavior.

What a beautiful day you had. What's with all the sunshine in Orygun?

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10-19-2001, 02:56 PM

I have a pretty good idea that if guys lived real close to the fishing and didn't have 9 to 5 type jobs 5 days a week, they would be out on T-Bay and other nearby places much more often - rather than being on this BB site from their work computers. Of coure, that would cut way down on the hit stats here. So not all is bad, ay?

Nice fish Bill and Lip'. Nice weather too. Same yesterday when Mark and I hooked 4 fish in the lower Wilson yesterday, landing 3 of them. Just wait until the steady rains come! [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img]

FM2 · 10-19-2001, 03:02 PM

Nice job hookset and lipripper [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img] , you really know how to make a guy want to cry for cancelling on ya [img]images/icons/frown.gif[/img] , oh well sometimes I have to work to pay the bills.

sinker · 10-19-2001, 03:47 PM

Wow, what little lake was that on?? That water is almost like glass!!
Gotta like all that blue sky this time of year too. Up here it's blue for a few seconds and then it's black and then its gray then its blue.
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Salmonator · 10-19-2001, 04:15 PM

Motor mouth, sounds like you need to go out and catch a fish or something else thats worth writing about because it appears that at this time you have nothing worth posting.

Jennie@ifish · 10-19-2001, 04:20 PM

Right.
Targeting them with a number 6 blade spinner out in the T bay.. uh huh.
Hey, read some of my front page articles... Or this that I wrote on Aug 4th:
You are talking to the wrong person about cutthroat trout survival, dear.

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I've made a promise to myself.
If I find one, only one dead cutthroat or steelhead smolt on the bottom of the deepest pool where I fish on the Kilchis, I will have to quit fishing there. One fish hooked too deeply, or one not revived and I quit. I fish barbless, but still the risk is there.
I will not allow myself to grab my fly rod and head to the river when I'm up to my ears in work, frustrated by parenting, or tired of cleaning house.
Not until the real searun cutthroats appear. Even then, if I were to kill one, I would feel awful. I am deeply protective of this species.
Although they make me giggle, I'm not in search of steelhead smolt, or small resident cutts. I am in wait of the large sea runs to begin their procession upstream.
One day they will arrive. Most likely after a heavy, late summer rain. Probably when the barometer has bottomed out and is on it's way up.
I wake in the quiet of morning, when the light is barely touching the meadow. The clouds hang low, seemingly in an effort to slow down the progression of the sunrise.
The late summer field grasses are heavy with rain, battered down in irregular patches, the strongest of stalks fighting to stand tall and failing.
The smell of pre-fall hangs in the air and quickens my heartbeat with visions of my favorite chain of piscatorial events.
First the arrival of sea run cutthroats. Fall Chinook follows soon after, filling my days with stealth bobbers and gobs of fresh salmon eggs. A short period is then filled with turkey and pumpkin pie while I wait for the river's seasonal finale, the migratory steelhead.
I quietly reach for my fly rod from the rack in the office.
I sneak out, so that not even the dog hears me. It is time for me to be alone with the river.
The bird songs, which so often are muffled by family activity, the raucous crows of roosters, or cars passing on the highway, sounds out like an orchestra warming up before the show. I try an identify the songs by species, but often fail.
My footsteps behind me imprint deeply into the just manicured lawn, and my boots kick up droplets of water. Is the ground saturated? Did the river rise? Did the rain bring them in yet?
Down the path, which is shrunken by the over growth of summer, a branch slaps me wetly across the face.
The river is now visible.
My hopes are steeply diminished. The moss on the rocks, exposed by the receding waterline, dried up, and bleached by the sun makes me squint, even in this light. This bright whiteness is still visible on the low water rocks, and tells the story of a river still low and clear.
My first cast with a Borden special lands gently behind a rock on the opposite bank. It sinks to quickly produce a strong jolt, but my vision captures the flash of an overly eager smolt.
My inward surge of breath lets out slowly in disappointment....
Sometimes I giggle as I pull my fly towards me in a still pool. Whole schools of yearling steelhead follow it close behind. I keep it just ahead of them, playing lead to their march. How hungry and eager these small fish are! Still uneducated to the danger of false food and predatory fishermen!
Just as my tomatoes cling green on the vine, the river is not yet ripe.
The cutthroat, still in the tidal waters, are feeding on natural food. They go in and out with the tide... waiting, learning to become aware of the dangers that I hold. A rod in one hand, a box of flies in the other.
By the time they reach me, they will be less eager, and more cautious of my artificial offerings.
I often think, as I throw to a holding fish, that I must pique their interest! But sadly, as they draw nearer for inspection, they turn away, saying, "Nice try, Jen, looked real at first, but you can't fool me!"
And thus it was, as I fished the Columbia yesterday.
I told the kids it was a for sure "fish on" kind of day.
After hearing reports of 2000 fish caught, of how easy it was, of how glasslike and flat the river was, we headed out.
How changeable Mother Nature proves herself.
A two hour drive down the coast, clad in rain gear for all, (which was readied the night before in a matter of a few chaotic hours).
Rods rigged, bait picked up at Tackle Time, we launched our craft.
I guess it was the wind waves that turned our faces green.
I think perhaps it was the barometer that was still falling.
Or by chance it was the wrong tide.
But I think, mainly, it was the schools of REAL bait fish that swam around our offerings of swirling herring with hooks dangling out the sides and up two inches.
"Nice try, Jennie, Andrew, David and Bill.... but you can't fool us!"
I had high hopes of kids changing their minds about the fun of salmon fishing with this non stop action!
I had visions of 8 silver salmon sliding around in the fish box!
and.... I had visions of cutthroat dancing in my brain this very morning.
All is a lesson in patience, I suppose, as I hurriedly get back to the rhythm of working, to finish my projects online, so that I might try the Nehalem for a king later today.
"Expect a fish with every cast", I say... and I strive to believe it true and practice this positive attitude.
But if I got a fish with every cast, would I not become bored with the sport and the lack of challenge?
Indeed.
Thus, I use this saying to spur me back, and away from the negative feelings that a strong dry spell without salmon barbecues can produce.
Expect a fish with every cast.
But it may be just a yearling steelhead or a mudcat.
Cast yet again, upon the waters of hope..

Jennie

Pitch Pocket · 10-19-2001, 07:57 PM

Jen,

Whoa!

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DF · 10-19-2001, 10:35 PM

NICE FISH ! ! [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img]

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Pete · 10-20-2001, 05:01 AM

Heck, with a return like this year's, there's hope the recovery could be more robust than expected and the restrictions could be relaxed!

10-20-2001, 09:56 AM

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rainycity · 10-20-2001, 10:06 AM

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Pete · 10-20-2001, 10:17 AM

Gee, MoMouth ... I said "there's hope the recovery could be more robust than expected" ... I didn't say it was time to draw conclussions or relax the regs. In fact, that probably shouldn't happen until a variety of other things take place in the forests that help sustain what unusual ocean conditions seem to have provided this year. Do me the favor of reading what I write as rigorously as I chose the words I use. K? And for the record, I have never fished for coastal searun cutthroats ... I would never imply any particular knowledge about hooking them.

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Steelheader69 · 10-20-2001, 02:38 PM

Hey Jen, some of us can get our limits in the morning and still come here in afternoon/evening and post here. If I get pics scanned from last couple days I'll post them here (some of us don't have digital camers).

It's funny I only had a few complaints way back when about censorship and standards here. I made peace with Jen and just haave rolled with punches. I can see some points on both sides. Oh well. What's the next delima now?

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Lipripper · 10-20-2001, 03:41 PM

Well I think it just great(NOT) how a post with a couple of good looking guys with some fantastic looking fish can degenerate into this. First off this is Jennie's board and she is entittled to post whatever,whenever,whoever and how many she likes. Furthermore who died and made you king? Take a chill pill guys. If your ego is that fragile perhaps you should go elsewhere if your not happy. I don't think you will be missed

Hummingbird · 10-21-2001, 11:50 PM

Nice Fish!!!! Wish I could have gotten into one this weekend. What's up with all the finger pointing or accusations anymore? some body having a bad day? GO FIshing!! I have read nearly everything Jennie writes on here and know for a fact she would never endanger the Cutthroat Species !! Not even 1 smolt. maybe someone should change take a close look at their Monkier. Just my .02 sense [img]images/icons/mad.gif[/img]