Fishing The Coast, Oregon and Washington
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September 2004


Jennie's
Fishing Life

September 1st!!!

Can you believe it? It's FALL!
Finally!
And what a glorious start to September! Gloomy, rainy, and wet! Whooo hooo!
Yesterday, Bill shook his head as I headed down to the river mid day, with rod in hand.
"Wrong time of day..." He muttered.
David was playing with Kilchis on the beach.
My first cast fell by the tree that had fallen into the river.
"David! Get over here and play this monster!" It was a cutt, and it was big! David scurried over and grabbed the rod from me. I waded in to release it for him. Fun! The hook fell out easily.
"Wrong time of day for that cutt!" We laughed.


David and I continued along the river, casting here and there. I caught a couple more. Each hook up I worried because I had no pliers for release. I told David that I shouldn't be fishing without pliers. He shook his head. "Each time you catch one, Mom, you worry. Why do you fish for them, if each time you say, "Oh no! I hope he isn't hooked deep!" He had a point, but I couldn't stop!
We caught and released a couple more, then headed up to look at the blackberries. The last rain had turned most of the ripe ones into mush, but there is a new crop coming on.
You know, I spend so much of my time worrying about things. Things like doctor's appointments and the size of Andrew's aorta, and surgery on my eye... Medical insurance, or the lack there of... Finances, and ifish business.
Why do I do this? Why worry about these things?
There are so many more important things to think about, I convinced myself, as I walked along the river with David.
Things such as:
When will the river roll over the rocks again, and disrobe a new set of agates?
When will the water recede enough so that I can figure out what that silver thing is, too deep for me to fetch right now?
When will I see a fresh crop of blackberries?
Are there any chanterelles up the Kilchis river logging road?
Will we find any deer scat along the blackberry line, today?
So many, many really important things!
As I walked along, I found a beautiful agate that had crystal inside. I picked it up for inspection, and held it in my hand. I had to squint my eyes, as the sun shone brightly on the crystals. Fifteen feet further, I found a very similar agate. I picked it up, also. I marveled at how similar they were.
Toying with both agates in hand, I walked along talking with David. All of the sudden, the rocks stuck together in my hand, hard and solid! Weird! They were a perfect fit! It was a solid, very ordinary rock on the outside, that had broken in two in a recent high water, and I had both pieces!
Now, that is a discovery! That is magic! ...and that is important!

September 3rd

For the life of me, I can't catch up, after the party. Lord knows I am trying!
My in box just keeps growing longer. I have a zillion thank you's to write. I have doctor appointments that keep getting re scheduled.
Of course, the boys doctor appointments, school appointments, and sax shopping days get handled. It's always the "Mom" things that don't get priority.
David is the proud owner of a Yamaha sax. We scheduled a shopping date, and thank goodness we did not have to go through with that. His cousin, Erin, decided that she would sell her pro sax to David. It wasn't an easy decision for her, but she did it! David is doing nothing, now, but tooting his own horn.
It's always busy this time of year, with the start of school. However, this year is Andrew's senior year and he's all in a panic about college. What a new experience to think of him living outside the home! My sweet little winsome baby, all on his own! My baby is now six foot four!
David has been extremely helpful around the house since I took out a loan to pay for his sax. I think he realizes how much Mom would like to buy something for herself with that kind of money! It's been nice. Dishes done unexpectedly! His room is clean! Wow! I can't help but wonder how long the appreciation will last!
I've been fishing for cutts in the evening and doing really well. The sea runs have moved into the upper system and are spread through out the river. I've been catching them anywhere from 10 to 18 inches long! 'Tis the time, if you are looking for a cutt on a fly!
I haven't been salmon fishing in ages. Soon! Very soon! As soon as I find a day on the calendar without ink scribbling on it, or a to do list that I can roll up that doesn't equal the size of a roll of paper towels!
I've finally learned to accept that if you are to be self employed, it's either the panic of "too much to do" or the panic of "not enough to do!" That's just the way it is. Never a steady, comfortable pace... nope!
Alright... Time to start doing things, and checking them off. Sometimes it's surprising what you can do, when you just sit to do it. Salmon fishing? Today? You just never know!

September 5th

I have six chickadees outside my window this morning. Everything is changing. Exactly like clock work, and exactly matching last year's date, the last goldfinch we had was on August 31st. No more purple finches. No more grosbeak. We do have some early junco, however. More than last year. It seems that each year we are here, we gather more of the same species. I guess they tell their friends what a good deal it is, here.
Yesterday was a long, long day, and I am happy to report that today, I will have none of it. I'm going to be a relaxed Sunday girl.
We got up early yesterday and headed out on our maiden voyage of the Rapid Cat pontoon. We put in at the gravel pit on the Nehalem, and floated down to Roy Creek. Talk about crowded! A new housing development of vacation travel trailers sprouted temporary awnings on the banks of the river, where usually live only a blue or green heron. We pushed through the popular holes to find only a couple boats in the remaining holes. We simply laid our rods aside, and pushed through those holes, also. A maiden voyage it was, and not a fishing trip at all!
The cat handled so well! So much easier than a drift boat! We have a lot to learn, though, as storage is at a premium. Where to put the rods? The eggs? It will be fun figuring all of this out and having a system. Sitting up front, and being able to gaze into the water right below my knees was really delightful! I can't, however, imagine going down the North Fork of the Nehalem, the thought of which, put a gleam in Bill's eye. There are places there, when you go down the jack, queen and king, that your boat is forced way downhill! How will I keep from being catapulted out, and run over? I'm sure it won't happen, but I need to get used to these things. I practiced where to hang on. And tell me this? With a raft, you have something to block incoming rapid waters. Will I be totally soaked, on a pontoon? I think so! I think the dry suit that I have will be a very valuable thing to wear while pontooning the North Fork!
Trailering the pontoon was an absolute breeze! I think the kids are going to take it down the Kilchis today. If not, I am! Oh, wait.. I was going to relax. That's relaxing, isn't it?
After I got home, Kilchis was anxious for excerise. The Kilchis river is now open for bait. I cut up some Amerman eggs into little tiny pieces and headed out with a light rod for some action. Man, was I unprepared for just how much action! With an unbarbed large hook, I released cutt after cutt! Fun! I couldn't stop!
I had dinner plans with friends at the house. Although they got altered, I really had a blast!
Pete came for dinner with Bill and I. We had other guests due, but they were unable to attend. A knock on the door replaced our unavailable guests with Pilar and Jen!
I've not seen two happier campers in my life! They both just beamed! They were so excited to share the news of their new boat purchase with other ifishers, that they stopped here, to upload their pictures. The pictures of their very large, luxurious new boat are posted, here! Congrats to both of you!
...and to all, a wonderful dinner of 'make your own barbecued burgers and all the trimmings, fresh from our garden. I half convinced Pilar that I'd grown my own olives, too!
Anyhow, I fell fast asleep, watching news coverage of hurricane Francis. I'm off to watch what the daylight has revealed from her wrath.
I'm so happy I live in Oregon!

September 5th

I have six chickadees outside my window this morning. Everything is changing. Exactly like clock work, and exactly matching last year's date, the last goldfinch we had was on August 31st. No more purple finches. No more grosbeak. We do have some early junco, however. More than last year. It seems that each year we are here, we gather more of the same species. I guess they tell their friends what a good deal it is, here.
Yesterday was a long, long day, and I am happy to report that today, I will have none of it. I'm going to be a relaxed Sunday girl.
We got up early yesterday and headed out on our maiden voyage of the Rapid Cat pontoon. We put in at the gravel pit on the Nehalem, and floated down to Roy Creek. Talk about crowded! A new housing development of vacation travel trailers sprouted temporary awnings on the banks of the river, where usually live only a blue or green heron. We pushed through the popular holes to find only a couple boats in the remaining holes. We simply laid our rods aside, and pushed through those holes, also. A maiden voyage it was, and not a fishing trip at all!
The cat handled so well! So much easier than a drift boat! We have a lot to learn, though, as storage is at a premium. Where to put the rods? The eggs? It will be fun figuring all of this out and having a system. Sitting up front, and being able to gaze into the water right below my knees was really delightful! I can't, however, imagine going down the North Fork of the Nehalem, the thought of which, put a gleam in Bill's eye. There are places there, when you go down the jack, queen and king, that your boat is forced way downhill! How will I keep from being catapulted out, and run over? I'm sure it won't happen, but I need to get used to these things. I practiced where to hang on. And tell me this? With a raft, you have something to block incoming rapid waters. Will I be totally soaked, on a pontoon? I think so! I think the dry suit that I have will be a very valuable thing to wear while pontooning the North Fork!
Trailering the pontoon was an absolute breeze! I think the kids are going to take it down the Kilchis today. If not, I am! Oh, wait.. I was going to relax. That's relaxing, isn't it?
After I got home, Kilchis was anxious for exercise. The Kilchis river is now open for bait. I cut up some Amerman eggs into little tiny pieces and headed out with a light rod for some action. Man, was I unprepared for just how much action! With an un barbed large hook, I released cutt after cutt! Fun! I couldn't stop!
I had dinner plans with friends at the house. Although they got altered, I really had a blast!
Pete came for dinner with Bill and I. We had other guests due, but they were unable to attend. A knock on the door replaced our unavailable guests with Pilar and Jen!
I've not seen two happier campers in my life! They both just beamed! They were so excited to share the news of their new boat purchase with other ifishers, that they stopped here, to upload their pictures. The pictures of their very large, luxurious new boat are posted, here! Congrats to both of you!
...and to all, a wonderful dinner of 'make your own barbecued burgers and all the trimmings, fresh from our garden. I half convinced Pilar that I'd grown my own olives, too!
Anyhow, I fell fast asleep, watching news coverage of hurricane Frances. I'm off to watch what the daylight has revealed from her wrath.
I'm so happy I live in Oregon!

September 6th

I'm having a splendid day.
It's September, and the evenings and mornings are cool. So cool that a blast from the heater in the morning is almost a necessity, just to take the chill off.
A cup of coffee to warm the insides, and I'm good enough to turn off the heater.
A quick check of ifish proved that I wasn't needed much. A few e mails. Not too many.
A hot shower was wonderful! I shaved my legs to wear shorts later in the warm Fall afternoon. You know, I don't have to shave my legs out here. I live in the boonies, for crying out loud. But, something about it just feels good when it's warm out. Laying in the sun, checking the garden, wading in the river for agates.
...and for once, things are going as planned!
I have laid out in the sun and read part of a book.
I have checked multiple gardens for produce that were ready to pick. I made several trips to the kitchen sink with zucchini, tomatoes, carrots, summer squash, acorn squash and spaghetti squash, the size of my head! (Remember, don't eat fiber bigger than your head!)
I sat down and peeled some pears for pear butter. It's on the stove.
I had David grate fresh carrots and we made a carrot cake. (He's forever paying off that saxaphone loan!) It's in the oven, now, and it smells glorious! I made sugared walnuts the other day, and those will be delicious on top of the cake!
I picked an asian pear from the tree, and hobbled on the river rocks, up the river.
I watched a single maple leaf's journey from the sky to the water. It jigsawed back and fourth, and was nearly suspended mid air, before it landed lightly on the water's surface. I was fixed on it as it lazily floated downstream. It was finally sucked under at the riffles, and was sent to join several different colored maple leaves at the bottom of a deep pool. It looks neatly patchwork carpeted on the bottom of that hole. So many colors. So much Fall! All around me!
I ducked into the forest just to make certain there were no chanterelles under the large spruce trees, close to home. There weren't, but the pear sure was tasty!
I tossed the core, aside. I wondered if a deer would find it. There was plenty left!
I made a fresh pea salad, with leftover grated carrots from the cake.
Now, it's back out to the deck to sit in the sun, and feel the last of the season's warmth on my back while I read. It's one of those days I adore. I think I'll have another cup of coffee. Maybe iced?
Then I'll frost the cake. I better taste it too, just to make sure it's good enough for my precious children. I'm awfully careful about that, you know.
There is really nothing going on, today. That's really nice, you know! Really, really nice!

September 8th

zzzzzzzzz... 4 is really early! Off to the rally! See YOU there! :)

September 9th

The rally was great! How great? Well, not as great as I would have liked, but still, great!
I just think of how many, many people are on ifish during the day, and I wonder how great it could have been? Can you imagine 6000 boats in a row? Can you imagine the impact we could have?
Alright, so I'm a dreamer. But I'll not stop dreaming!
There were controversial issues involved, and I understand that some people thought it was odd that we were hand in hand with the gillnetting association. That was a difficult cookie for some. I just didn't see it that way.
Over 200 sportfishing boats gathered at G.I. Joe's/Fisherman's in Portland. The other groups gathered elsewhere, and then we all came together by the Lloyd Center. Now, how appropriate is that?
Buzz Ramsey delivered a powerful message, as did Jim Martin.
The drive was long and midway through I asked myself if it was worth it to me. Yes! Without a doubt! I was so glad to be there!
I'm still chanting, "Salmon Mean Business!" They do! And so much more! I like Ifish member, Freespool's quote, "Stop the whine and get in line!"
In all seriousness, I was surprised at all the boats on the river, as I passed by. I know that people don't have all the time in the world to fish, but I wonder how long we will be fishing, if we don't take some of our free time to dedicate to insuring that we do have fish for our children, or our grand children. It's a sad thought.
I won't give up hope, though. I know it took me a really long time to realize the seriousness of the issue.
We all want to feel good about what we do. Fishing is one of those things that makes us feel good!
But, I have to tell you, attending this rally really made me feel good! Better than the biggest salmon on the end of my line! You should try it sometime, and see if you don't go home with a satisfaction much grander than a cooler full of fish!
There's a bonus, too! You don't have to clean fish, afterwards, either!

 

September 10th

I will be taking a break from ifish until further notice.

Please, catch fish!

September 15th

There is a new quote on my desk, to remind me of my love for life, and what is important.

One final paragraph of advice:
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 bastards."
--Edward Abbey

Please excuse this language. I tried to star it out, but for some reason, the words need to be there, to complete the feel.
I'm still taking time for me. Seems I have burned myself out a bit. For those that have written, thank you, and please do not worry. I will beat this, too.
I am spending my days in the forest, and on the river. I depend on the company and love of my family and friends, and the sincere devotion of my very dear animals, Kilchis, Molly, Dee Dee, and Jack.
I sit by the river and watch for signs of migrating salmon, each day. Perhaps being thrown into Fall in such swift fashion has got me off track, caught me off guard, and I need to slow down to digest the new season at my own pace.
I have gathered chanterelles. I have spent much time slowly walking the river, sifting through the newly revealed carpet of agates. I have spent countless hours resting and reading, whether via couch, or sand bank on the river.
In between those times, I am busy with doctor's appointments, closely scheduled one after another.
My sincere hope is that I will be wrapping all of this up, soon. My prayer is to feel a returning energy, just as the first chinook is ready to succumb to my baited hook out back of the house, in the new winter flow of the Kilchis river.
...and lastly, always remember these things:

Never Give Up.

It's all about the war--It's not about the battles

Everything I ever did in life that was worthwhile I caught hell for.
I updated my "All my eye surgeries" drama, today. Simply scroll to the bottom, if you've read the rest of it. If you haven't read it, it may take you a week or two!

September 16thPlease read Stan's new column!

...and the river is open for salmon!
I should go try it, even though it's pretty darn high and I doubt their existence, yet!
I have two doctor's appointments today. I told Bill if he wants a fishing partner this month, he'd better find someone else. I showed him my calendar. It's packed with doctor's appointments. Why? Why on earth during Fall salmon season?
Oh well, this too shall pass!

September 17th

You gotta have faith...
How many times have I heard that, and it just goes in one ear, and out the other?
Well, it hit me more than once, yesterday.
When the going gets tough, the tough have to have faith. That's my new motto.
Faith? What is it?
It's the feeling you have when you get in a boat, and you think you'll catch fish. Why else would you do it?
Well, I simply enjoy the water, the outdoors, the fresh air, but I also do have faith I'll catch something. Even if it's only a good mood!
Back from the dentist, I found myself digging for cash for a new crown on a tooth. Let's see $675.
I don't have it! It will come! I have faith.
I guess that after I spoke to my Dad last night on the phone, and told him of my problems as of late, he said it would all work out.
"Oh yeah, Dad? How?"
His simple but very wise words were these.
"Don't you have any faith?"
That pretty much shut me up!
I have no insight on how things will work out, but his words stuck to me. Yes, of course I have faith, or I thought I did. I guess I'd lost sight of it, yet again.
My favorite verse, no matter how tough things seem, is this:
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. ~Philippians 4:6-7
I even wrote a song based on that verse when in a period of 6 months I lost my Mother, my Grandmother, and my husband moved out and we divorced. I had that verse pasted on every mirror of the house, on the fridge, on my desktop. It helped me get through each day.
Perhaps it's time to do some taping, again!
How bout this one?
Therefore do not be anxious for tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. ~Matthew 6:25-34
and lastly, this:
When you are brought before synagogues, rulers and authorities, do not worry about how you will defend yourselves or what you will say, for the Holy Spirit will teach you at that time what you should say. ~Luke 12:11-12
There! I'm armed for the day, for the week, for my life! As long as I don't forget, again!

September 20th

Got up early yesterday, and drove to my old church in Clatsop Plains. It was great to see all my old friends!
The sermon was about change. Lots of that going on around, here! Funny how things like that, happen. I had no idea what Doug would be speaking about.
It was based on Ecclesiastes: Chapter 3

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born ... a time to die ...
A time to weep ... a time to mourn ...

It goes on... but no where in there can I find,

A time to go to the doctor... a time to fish...

Well! I've nearly had it! I do love my doctor's and I do appreciate their time and wisdom. However, I believe with all of my heart that fishing is healing to me. Therefore, a balance is needed, here.
Tuesday is the only day of this week that I have no doctor's appointments scheduled!
I'm going fishing on Tuesday!
Yesterday, heading north, I passed by all of my favorite fishing areas. Tillamook Bay, the Ghost hole was filled with boats! Then, the Nehalem, jam packed with boats like I've never seen! All the way from the jaws to the forks! And reports of fish on at Nehalem like I've never heard, before! My phone rang off the hook!
"There are five fish on in front of me!" came in one report from Bill. Pheh!
I came home and rested for a while, then took Kilchis out to the river. It was swollen, a milky green glacial hue to it, like you see in early spring. Because I was wiped out, I tried my planer with a pink Brad's wobbler on it. I just set it, and forget it!
I plopped down on the gravel beside the river, and watched it work in the current. Dee Dee sat by my side, and Kilchis ran the length of the river, several times over. The sunshine was absolutely gorgeous and warmed the gravel beneath me.
No fish were seen, but it was nice to be on the water.
Went to be early, as I have a 7:00 AM appointment this morning, and then another at 9:30. Perhaps when I'm done, it will again be a time to fish.
But tomorrow! Tomorrow is the day! The real fishing day! And all day long, I'll repeat to myself,
"A time to go to the doctor... a time to fish..."
I've well earned my day to fish!
One thing that Doug said that especially hit me is that "Change is often inevitable, and it is often unfortunate. However, it provides you with new tools to cope."
I like that... To everything, there is a purpose. The purpose of change is to keep our minds tuned, to keep us always and forever, learning and growing.

September 22nd

Faith... also happens on the Kilchis river.
I'm afraid of it. I doubt. --but it seems to always reassure me. If only I could see it, and apply it to my fishing.
The first time I experienced this miracle of faith on the Kilchis river was four years ago in the summer. I was fishing for cutthroats with flies on the upper property. I had forgotten to zip up one of my vest pockets. (sin of all sins!)
Knee deep in the current, I bent over to grab the end of my line. My treasured fly box full of hand tied flies from my dearest friends came tumbling out of my pocket and floated helplessly away from me in the current.
"Kilchis, fetch!" Kilchis eyed the fly box carefully, but no amount of serious conversation regarding said box of flies led him to retrieve. He tends to be very selective in what he'll retrieve if it doesn't have wings or feathers. He wagged his tail as he watched it float away, as if to say, "yeah, Mom, that's too bad!" and ran off to chase a dipper.
At the lower property swirls a back eddy that collects tackle from upstream. It was my only hope.
Wrapping up my gear and zipping my remaining pockets, we began the trek downstream... just in case my fly box landed there.
Sure enough! There it was! Wet! The flies were sopping wet, but the box was still closed, and still floating! How lucky could I get?
That very luck has been repeated more times than I can recall, now.
Yesterday, fishing with a plastic jar of Amerman eggs, I set out to fish the deep upper hole for salmon. The water is high enough for salmon, although I have seen no signs of them as of late.
Knee deep in fast current, once again, I began the process of baiting up. Glancing around me, there was no place to lay anything. I didn't have enough hands! I was carelessly, faithlessly fishing, convinced there would be no bite, anyhow.
I went through the motions.
Rod tucked under my arm, I grabbed the jar of eggs from my pack and scissors in my free hand, I unscrewed the lid, and tried to manage the tools to separate a sizeable glop for salmon.
Whoops! There goes the lid!
"Kilchis, fetch!" Kilchis laughed. "Yeah, that's too bad, Mom."
Dipper be damned.
Not only does dropping things bother me due to the trash factor, but what does one do with a juicy, open bottle of Amerman eggs, with no lid? Ish!
Maybe... just maybe, the lid will be in the lower eddy.
With a sigh, I attempted to balance the open jar of juice, and began the journey downstream.
It wasn't easy to get there on this day of high water. But glory be and low and behold, there it was!
That white lid, in all of it's shining and treasured glory... in all of it's misplaced and prized brightness, floating faithfully, amongst a stack of limbs that had collected against the shore! It appeared as if it had been there for days! I reached over, snapped it up and secured that jar of eggs once again!
If this had happened only twice, it would be less amazing. But I have experienced this with so many, treasures! Broken off bobbers, floating pliers, corkies and Kwikfish and my favorite pink wobbler!I I have come to have faith!
As long as I was downstream, I decided that I would plop down my bobber, sit in the high fields of grass and try my luck, there.
I had caught early salmon here, in the past.
I sat for half an hour. Kilchis on my left, dug a beautiful hole three feet deep and two feet wide by my side. Dee Dee sat to my right, nosed into my face, looking for love.
I hadn't seen a sign of salmon. No rolls, no jumps, no sightings in the sunlit shallows. My thoughts wandered from fishing to trivial matters. What's for dinner, did I get any mail, were there any fish caught in the bay, today? The sunlight blinded me as the shadow of my bobber wandered in the current. There are no stinkin' salmon here...
As I pulled in my rig, it hit me like a rock. I caught no fish because I had no faith!
Just as my tackle is returned to the eddy, the salmon return to the stream. I know that! If it happened only once, it would be less amazing. But I have seen them return year after year!
I had forgotten a very faithful saying that Stan Fagerstrom shared with me. "Expect a fish with every cast!"
Today... I will fish with faith.
I will also be adding feathers to all of my tackle. Feathers and wings. That way, Kilchis just might retrieve something for me, and save me the walk.

September 23rd

What a beautiful day it's been!
I am so tired, and if I hear the "d" word one more time this week... (Doctor! ARGH!) I think I'll run for "D"isneyland!
Just one more for this week... Tomorrow, in Portland. The low vision doctor is going to try to help me with glasses that help my multiple vision problem. I guess they can use some kind prisms to help. We'll see! (Pardon the pun!)
The physical therapist decided to do some deep tissue stuff today, and I'm hurtin' for certain. Why is it that what is supposed to make you better, really hurts at first? I'll never forget my naturopath saying, "Jennie, you will get worse, before you get better!"
Something about poisons leaving your system... I'm chugging water so that I'll get all of that out, fast! Weird to think of yourself as toxic!
I had the nicest lady over, this morning. Katy came over from The Daily Oregonian came to interview me and see the river. We had a nice morning together after my physical therapy.
Well, I rarely write in the afternoon, but I just got up from a late afternoon nap, and I'm not going to be able to write in the morning before driving to Portland.
Bill fished today, out of Garibaldi. He said there were hundreds of boats, and very few fish caught.
I wonder, lately, what it's like to really fish! He called this afternoon. He asked me if I'd caught anything out back, and of course, I answered no. I mostly just walked Kilchis on the river, and cast a couple casts on the side.
The river is dropping and clearing, and I have not seen a sign of a salmon since one day two weeks ago, or so, when I saw one lonely salmon roll.
They are coming, though! I love the anticipation. Both, the anticipation of getting well, and all of these solid doctor appointments behind me, and the upcoming season of salmon in my back yard!!

September 25th

What a long day, yesterday was. By the time I got to the doctor, I was exhausted. No more 3 PM appointments for me! He was running late by then, and I didn't get in until 4.
After a long drive, I was nearly home. I slowed down as usual, to take the corner so as not to go into the river! It's a darn good thing I was able to stop in time. A huge and glorious four point elk stood by himself, like a statue in the middle of the country road. I stopped. The elk stood as still as we both were! What a beautiful animal! He slowly trotted down into our meadow, across the deep green grass, and down to the river.
Bill and I were both totally mesmerized! I had not been that close to a beautiful animal that large, ever!
Half of me said "praise him, save him!" The other half said, "BACKSTRAP, BILL!"
We took Kilchis, so that we could stop in the forest and gather a few chanterelles. He had a great time running around in the woods. We got enough chants for a nice dinner.
Then, off to the duck lake to get some corn. More time for Kilchis to run wild. There were some goose decoys out, left from last Fall. Kilchis went nuts, thinking they were real. He ran wildly out of the car at full speed! "I'm going to catch that.... rubber duckie?" I nearly died laughing as he stopped dead and realized his foolish mistake.
The appointment: Well, the doc and I talked about totally patching my eye that sees multiples. Then, we decided to wait until we see what Dr. Mathers feels comfortable doing. I might be having surgery soon, if he feels it's appropriate. They might try to go in and move my lens in my eye up just a tweak. If they can't get it to hold in place, then they'll just take the lens out, and I'll wear a stronger contact.
We also talked about an occluding contact, that would cover my pupil. However, the reason that I see multiples, is that I traded one dislocated lens for another, and I am "seeing" through the edge of my lens. Thus, it sends light off in all different directions.
Like I said, seeing multiples is not all bad. Especially while fishing. I'm going to go out, right now. Maybe I'll catch three cutthroat at once, instead of just one!
Bill has got a fishing trip tomorrow with some clients out of Portland. It was a donated trip for the Steelheaders. I hope he does well!
I'll stay home and put up some chanterelles, and spend the rest of the day by the river.
Home... Home until Monday, when Andrew and I both have back to back appointments. Tuesday I'll find out about surgery.


FISHING THE COAST
A journal of my life on the Kilchis river.

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