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Fishing The Coast, Oregon and Washington
January



Shorts Plant Water Smile Fisherman

Dang, I love to fish.



Jennie's Fishing Life

FISHING THE COAST

A journal of my adventures.


Jan 1st 2001!

Happy New Years! What a way to start the day for Bob Gragert of
Tillamook Oregon. He won the Contest!
I have a new contest I am putting together for a very special guided trip. I
will get all the info together ASAP! It'll be way cool!
Gotta get back to work....
The new contest is up! Welcome aboard, Captain J
Charters and the chance to win a Spring Salmon or Sturgeon trip for two! Joe
is a great guy, with tons of experience. He'll get you into those fish if anyone
will!
Please visit his web page!

Jan 2nd

I remember a dramatic interpretation speech that I listened to
my sister recite over and over for a high school speech tournament. It touched
someplace deep and permanent in me.
The words to this paragraph that haunts me has come to me in bits and pieces
for over 30 years. I have searched for the original so that I could read it,
and again know every word.
I finally found it! I hold it tightly in my hands. I slowly read it, and it
almost brings to me the storm I so badly need. Joan Baez grabbed my exact feelings
with this poetry.

Joan Baez
Daybreak

Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A
full-blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in
an hour, the trees wail, little animals skitter in the mud and everything gets
dark and goes completely wild. But it's really God--playing music in his favorite
cathedral in heaven--shattering stained glass--playing a gigantic organ--thundering
on the keys--perfect harmony--perfect joy.

I was probably 10 when I heard this. But it stuck to me so hard
in those young, emotional, and very dramatic days.
I have been wanting this storm since August of this year. At this point, I am
left just a little grated as I drive down the road in the car on bone dry pavement.
The leaves from fall are still in the river, still laying soggy on the rocks
of the bank.
There is a storm in my soul that needs to be unleashed, and can only come out
when the barometer falls low.
Forecast: Local morning drizzle...becoming partly sunny
in the afternoon.
Sometimes I think the fish and I are going to go crazy.
We need a storm... a full blown storm where everything
changes....

Jan 3rd

O.K. Deep breath.
So far today, I did web work, taxes, billing, cleaned the boys room, set up
a computer, fed the rabbits, did three loads of laundry, and took off for town.

There I went to get medical records, went to the dry cleaners, Les Schwabs for
a flat tire, the library to check out a book on how to write an article for
a book I am encouraged to submit one to, photocopied some writers contest entries
for a contest I am encouraged also, to do.
Off to Freddies to pick up Andrews newest pain prescription and antibiotics,
and to the school to personally administer them. Then to three medical offices
to track down medical records for Andrew, that have to go to the Doctor we are
going to tomorrow.
This is because they packed Andrew with gauze after his surgery, and forgot
to tell us. Infact, they forgot they did it. As Andrew continued to get worse
instead of better, Andrew found that the cause of his disgustingly bad breath,
was packed gauze in one of the chambers. O.K, no big, this could just get into
his Mitral valve regurgitation and cause a deadly infection, but what the heck?
No big, right?
So, we spent the day in ER having gobs of gauze removed from an almost healed
area, and then today I had to talk to tons of doctors to try and find out what
now.
At this point, sitting in a car, driving to Portland sounds relaxing.
Who is going to fix me dinner tonight? Whoever it is, better hurry. Basketball
practice in 20 minutes.... Bye!

Jan 4th

Is there anything more gorgeous, in the whole world, than a sunrise
okie? Thank you BigStew! They are so beautiful! I can't share them, Bigstew.
MINE!
We had .44 inches of rain up until 6:00 P.M last night, and .72 since 6:00!
I have been up since 5 madly trying to get everything done, so at first light
I can fish!

Jan 6th

I was very surprised to get up and find that the Kilchis was absolutely
fishable yesterday. The river had come up quite a bit. I am beginning to have
very little faith in the weather man!
I called in stressed and sick yesterday. Woke up just exhausted from what I
have been doing for three weeks, dealing with Andrews surgery, screwed up post-op,
trying to deal with Andrews disability claim, on and on... a legal mess! It
is extremely demeaning dealing with state health programs.
I feel better now, refreshed! I have a terrible habit of run, run, running until
I am sick. Then I collapse, regain some energy and am off again!
I got tons of paper work filled out in my pajamas, laying around the house,
doing very little other than that.
I went upstairs and glanced out at the river. Lo and behold, I saw Bill releasing
a wild fish.
When you are sick, you can take Tylenol, nyquil, anything, but nothing will
make you feel all better than seeing someone catch a fish!
I grabbed my clothes, put my hair in a pony tail, grabbed my rods and did I
ever feel better (temporarily!).
I didn't catch anything, but the sound of the river rushing at my feet seemed
to clear my stuffy head. I fished with a jig all day. I will catch a steelie
on my new rod and my stealthy "silent
approach
" jigs! I will!
Oh! The nice people from Silent Approach made me some absolutely beautiful blue
jig earrings! I love them! They are mahvelous, dahlink!
Today I am going to do the 'quality time' thing with my kids. We are going to
the beach to run on the dunes, build sand castles and just be together. I need
to unwind, to listen to them talk, to give them my full attention. O.K., so
I might drive by the popular ramps and see what is happening, but I will listen
to my kids as I do. I will not bring a rod. I will not bring a rod. I will not
bring a rod.
School again Monday. Then it is time for me to seriously hit the rivers again.
Until then, fish on!
Gotta go put the rods in the car. :)

Jan 9th

Last night my car drove me home from a fishing trip. Through the
lush coastal forests, along the flats of tidal bays, up steep cliffs overlooking
the ocean. My felt wading shoes were still sopping wet and clumsy between the
brake and the gas pedal. My hair was beginning to dry out on the long drive
home, heater blowing hard, music filling the air.
A big, full winter sun shown strong between the clouds. Right before the sun
slipped behind the South Jetty of Tillamook Bay, it stood bold, against the
clearing sky. It reflected long rays of light, over the rocks, across the expanse
of the bay, and searing through my sunglasses. I had to stop the car.
We spent the day fishing the "Qua" River with Chris
Sessions
. It drizzled and showered throughout the drift The sunset provided
a perfect ending to a perfect day.
We pulled plugs, and yes, my rod exploded with the force of a beautiful native
hen!
"This is an exact science, Jennie, put your rod right over the bow of the
boat..."
I giggled, "Yeah rrright..."
WHAM!


Water Atmosphere Flooring Wood Recreation

It was! It was a perfect science! The perfect science of a perfectly
tuned plug that attracted the most beautiful, flying, leaping, chrome, perfectly
tuned steelhead that I had felt all winter!
The term 'exploded' hit my rod with worse than PG violence, right while I was
holding it in my hands! I loved that!
Chris pulled the boat over to the bank and that fish screamed across the water,
then did the Bill Monroe leaping "silver fan blade" action through
the air! This fish was wild!
Tonight I am going to sit on my couch and hold my G Loomis in my hands in that
non expecting way, and make the kids replay it at the tip of my rod over and
over.
Kids, you want to make your Mom happy? Learn the bite of a steelhead! Then grab
that line and zip around the living room! PLEASE!
I had a wonderful day!
The pleasant exhaustion a day on the river provides the perfect backdrop for
the perfect nights sleep. As my legs rebelled against the climb up the stairs,
the full moon shown across the meadow, lighting up my bedroom. I didn't turn
the light on, as I climbed into bed.
I pulled up the covers and was lulled to sleep by sounds of the river. My mind
full of leaping fish, and my heart filled with the kind of satisfaction that
only a fish can bring.

Jan 11th

I have never been really close to a cat. I have always had dogs,
but something about this little
winsome and pitiful creature
that I plucked off the road 5 months ago softens
my heart! Ginger is so cute! Wakes me up at 5 every morning, purring softly..
Lick, lick, lick, nibble, Oh! My nose! Sometimes it even hurts, but I just love
her!
Marie from Tillamook Bait is playing
with her new digital camera and the pics turned out great! I posted a picture
of a fish that David Johnson got a client into on The
Guides Catch page
. One beautiful Christmas Chinook!
I also got this stylin picture of a sturgeon from Dino Constance. I put him
on the Winners Page! Way to go Dino!
I fished the Wilson yesterday. The peak of the steelhead season, and yet, eerily,
there were only 4 boats on the whole river. I fished hard. I felt fishy. I knew
I was going to get into something! I didn't! Not a thing! Bill caught a broodstock
smolt, with the left vent and adipose clipped. Interesting.
Did you know that if you have a Washington fishing license, and an Oregon fishing
license that you can still only retain 10 legal sized sturgeon? I found that
interesting as I soaked in a hot tub and studied the Washington regs last night.
Hmmmmm, I wonder how they track that? Not that I need 20 sturgeon, but just
found that interesting.
I will catch a fish on my new ifish rod! I will! But I have rules and regulations
to this rod. I use it only with Silent
Approach
jigs right now. That is all I will use it for exclusively at this
point. I am at that point where I don't yet have faith in jigs because I haven't
caught anything with them yet. Still, I believe they work because of what I
have heard. I think I need lessons! How deep do I go with these jigs? I have
heard you don't need to go real deep, but I must be doing something wrong!
I have lost two of my favorites now. A black and red one and a light blue one.
I have to order those up again, since they are the ones I liked best, or had
most faith in.
Every time I fish, I put in my time with my jigs! I have pretty green high resolution
line and a bright bobber. It is a pleasure to fish and to be able to see what
is going on. I can't wait for that bobber down, and believe me, you will hear
about it when it does! And it WILL go down!

Jan 12th

Simply amazing what a good nights sleep will do for me! I went
to bed last night feeling hopeless and depressed. Woke up this morning singing
Elvin Bishop's, "Goin
Fishin"
. Had to hear it, so I looked it up, heard a clip and ordered
it. Now it's time to go out and do it! Got my jigs, and my new ifish rod...Is
today the day? Ahhhh feeling much better!

Jan 13th

I am beginning to believe with all my heart that the Pacific Northwest
has lost it's ability to rain. How could that be? I want the skies above to
cloud over and cry with all it's heart! An intense rain storm, with sheets of
water blowing sideways! Heck, now I even want a flood! Great big muddy waters
that finally clear the leaves out! Please???
Spring Chinook! Wow! It's coming, and I am pumped! Not new news, but still......2001
Willamette Spring Chinook Forecast Greatest Since 1993 - The 2001 forecast is
61,000, the highest since 1993. The forecast is about evenly split between age
four and age five fish. The adipose fin-clipped mark rate on hatchery fish is
expected to be 96% on age 4 fish, 41 % on age 5 fish or 69 % overall. Thank
you ****** on the discussion
board!
Will it rain by then? :)
Thanks to Don Larson for pointing out this excellent article on Sturgeon Fishing.
Dead Sturgeon
Tell No Tales
. Please.... Take action on this immediately! Thanks much to
Rich Wooten. Take Action!
Don Larson of the Sturgeon, Salmon
and Steelhead page
is writing again! Yay!
R.T. submitted a great
article, Dead Elephants in the Room, written by Dr. Jack Ward Thomas. There
is plenty of reading to be done, and plenty of room for your responses and ACTION.
I left the Elephant post with a very sad heart.
Speaking of hearts, and every time I hear the word lately, I am scared. Next
Friday is the day. The day when Andrew and I have our yearly echoes to
check for aortic root growth, a common occurrence with Marfan
Syndrome.
Mine has been stable for quite some time, but last year mine stretched
and grew. This is not good and I don't want the pattern to continue. I don't
want open heart surgery, but neither do I want the alternative. It is the most
helpless feeling. Wish I could do something, some kind of exercise, something!
But it has a rhythm, a life of it's own. I think perhaps what is best for it
is to fish.... right? What is really great is the network of friends I have
come to love on ifish.net. For this I am truly thankful!
All in all though, above all the good and bad news in fishing, above all the
stress of medical stuff, above the lack of rain... I find peace and hope and
I am excited about the future! Let's fish!
Oh Yeah! Hobart Mann called last night and wants to do an interview with me
on his radio program! Oh! Scary! What do I say? "I like to fish?"
Duh!
I want to write more now. I want to share with you just what it was like to
fish yesterday morning.
I walked out to the river bank as it was becoming light. It was one of those
foggy, warm mornings where you feel tucked in and held protected by the sky.

I crouched down on the river bank to tie a jig, far from the low, clear water.
I didn't want to spook the fish that held there.
My attempts paid off with the wild exploding of a steelhead at the head of the
hole. My heart started beating fast, my fingers so shaking in anticipation,
that I couldn't tie the jig on!
Finally, the rig set, I began to rise when the water again exploded at the tailout!
Like a warning: this river and all it holds is far to wild, far to smart for
me to conquer. Perhaps I would be better off just to sit back down and enjoy
the show? I was humbled.
The story ends here, almost. I didn't catch that beautiful fish. I knew from
the beginning, that he would outsmart me. I worked the hole thoroughly, with
every trick I knew. Jigs, 6 lb line, the tiniest tail of a shrimp.... All the
hope in the world couldn't get me into that fish.
Later, I was standing knee deep in the water. My legs were slightly tugged against
the current. My focus was so keen on the movement of my bobber downstream, that
I jumped as I felt an odd sensation. I looked down to see a salmon, barely alive,
totally unaware of my existence,and totally unafraid of my sudden movement.
I think that she expired right in front of my eyes. She quit moving, the current
carried her downstream, and it was powerful, awesome, sad. I saw her go over
the rapids. I saw her float helplessly to the bottom of a clear deep pool.
As I read about the salmon's demise. As I read about what the world is about
and why we can't fix things, I think of this salmon and her successful journey.

I saw a fish go full circle, and she had deeply touched me, with her last breath,
with her last pull against the current, with a soft touch against my waders.
It is an up current battle.
I see in my minds eye these salmon leaping through the air to reach their destination,
over falls, fish ladders...
They must....
If only we could fight this battle with all the strength, all of the natural
instinct, all of the pull that these salmon have, we too, could win this battle.

This battle, against all odds. We must.

Jan 14th

Nice pic of some Portland caught salmon on the winners
page
, and some yummy new recipes on the recipe page.
Having a rough day, but I'll be better soon.....

Jan 16th

You can see the fish that you desire, with all of your heart,
all of your mind.
Down in the low, clear waters, just behind that rock, he glistens as he holds,
then flashes past you in all of his strength and glory. Silvery sides entice
you, leave you with visions in your mind that won't soon leave you. My legs
shake and my mouth goes dry as the sight imprints in my mind. I fished this
hole with all I knew!
You can use all kinds of new technology from simple polarized sunglasses to
an underwater camera to see this fish of your dreams. That fish is so close,
but so far away.
Sometimes my rod will load up and my breath sucks in till I can't breath. I
whisper hoarsely..."I got him I got him I got......" The rod goes
slack.
The vision, the thought, the hope of hooking that fish and yelling "fish
on!" with all of your soul can keep you from sleep at night. Dreams of
this fish will bolt you out of a dead sleep as your bobber goes down and you
think you have him. Roll over, go back to sleep... It's just a dream.
No power on earth, no special lure, no scent, no tactic, no skill can make this
fish consistently bite and hold.
The hunt is on. I have touched this fish. I have felt him and I know, I know....
what I want!
Conditions on the rivers in Tillamook, and through out the coastal system, make
for a tough steelhead season. In this, which should be the peak week for steelheading,
the main systems that hold steelhead are low and clear, with no hope for rain
in the direct future.
Some people are successful, but I am sitting here writing, feeling a little
skunked.
This morning I have been asked to accompany two very fine jig fishermen who
are going to try and get this girl into a fish.
In anticipation, and still hoping, I am up early. I must see to the kids needs,
start a load of laundry, take care of bills and e mails, as I always do, before
I leave on my adventure.
Although I feel a bit hopeless and helpless, 'I get by, with a little help from
my friends'. I am so thankful for my friends at ifish!
I won't give up. "Fish on!" I'll say, as my bobber goes down!
The road is long, with many a winding streams.... Isn't that how it goes?

Jan 18th

I have a little flock of chickadees out my window. They come every
day. When they first started to show up they were extremely nervous little birds.
They would light, peck one seed from my feeder and then be gone! Now it is as
if they are right at home. They stay for two seeds, or more!
Rain in the future? Is that right? A substantial system? Really? Do we believe?
I heard one opinion stating that perhaps the fish will arrive in February like
they did in 1997? Conditions then were similar to this winter? Long, dry fishless
spells. Could it be? I am somewhat hesitant to hope, but wouldn't that be great?
I'm not giving up yet!
Today and tomorrow will be filled with the aroma of medical offices and not
Marie's shrimp scent, stethoscopes instead of G loomis fishing rods.
But I'll be back. Yes, I'll be back. I will soon be back to chase the race of
whitewater downstream. I will be prepared to toss my outfit on short notice
to secret places where those steelhead are hiding from me.
O.K., how come I've kept in the dark about this book ? I have been reading
"A River Never Sleeps" by Roderick L. Haig-Brown. I looked
it up on amazon, and it is out of print. Available, however, in used editions
starting at about 24 and going up to 72.00. Available, also, in Bill's library,
but you won't catch me loaning it out! It is a gem.
It touches me, deeply. I can read passages over and over, and then close my
eyes and be there in my sleep.
I feel like I am fishing with him. I want to go to all of these places, perhaps
form a fishing trip that visits all these places and travel through the year
as he did. I want to see how they have changed. I want to see if the words he
uses come to me as I cast out a fly on a high mountain lake. I want to see if
I can see what he saw, feel what he felt.
Bill says Haig-Brown is no longer living. How unfair. I would have bought the
most expensive 'Ticket Master' tickets to hear him speak. Oh, how I would love
to have met this man, to listen to his expression, to see the look in his eyes
as he talks about the rivers, the lakes.
I hear his daughter wrote something on him and his life. Does anyone know about
this? I want to read that too! More, more!
I guess some women fantasize over rock stars, movie stars, love songs, and I
do too, but the romance in this book is not built on the love between humans.
(Although there clearly is that also.) It is the love of the river, the outdoors,
the birds, the fish, the land. It moves me far more than any classic romantic
novel could.
I first heard of this book on the discussion board, and this was quoted, thus
capturing my full attention:

I still don't know why I fish or why other men fish, except
that we like it and it makes us think and feel. But I do know that if it were
not for the strong, quick life of rivers, for their sparkle in the sunshine,
for the cold grayness of them under rain and the feel of them about my legs
as I set my feet hard down on rocks or sand or gravel, I should fish less often.
A river is never quite silent; it can never, of its very nature, be quite still;
it is never quite the same from one day to the next. It has its own life and
its own beauty, and the creatures it nourishes are alive and beautiful also.
Perhaps fishing is, for me, only as excuse to be near rivers. If so, I'm glad
I thought of it.

Oh boy.... ah.... um..... I'm a hopeless romantic. Sighhhhhhhh....
I'm taking this book with me wherever I go!

January 16th, later, no fish.
(Course, I didn't fish either!)

Put up a little fishing list for ya,
just for fun. Add to it, I know I forgot some things! I printed one out for
my fridge, and several others just to have for on the run.

People talk of some magical, mystical heightened ability to use
one sense if another is decreased or absent.
Nonsense. It is not magical, it is necessary. It is developed.
I have for years, and sometimes without realizing, listened more intensely than
others. I attribute this to my poor eyesight. I know that my love for music
is due to my challenged vision. We naturally do what is easy, and it is easier
for me to listen than to see.
At the age of three my parents were still not aware that I couldn't see well.
My Mother said she really didn't need to hire a baby-sitter for me. I would
sit at the piano for hours on end, listening, playing, picking out tunes. In
my baby book it is recorded that I would pick out tunes on the piano such as
"Puff the Magic Dragon", and others, as early as four. I was developing
my listening skills instead of my vision. Gifted? I don't know. I think I was
just doing what came naturally to me. Listening was easy!
Thus, it is true that when I fish, I listen. Sometimes I feel left out and unhappy
when people point out fish to me, and I can't see them. In reading "A
River Never Sleeps"
by Roderick L. Haig-Brown, I read how often he
sees fish before he casts to them. My first reaction to this is self pity. Wah!
I can't usually see them rise, nor hold near rocks at the bottom of the river.
I don't see those shadows of great fish very often.
This leaves me at a serious disadvantage, although I truly believe that listening
while you fish makes up for it in many ways.
I have learned how to cast by listening. I get a thrill out of hearing my line
peel out, as I cast 8 ounces of weight from the Oregon beaches of the Columbia.
An uneven, strong whir, caught by the wind, that tells me before it hits that
perhaps I should have purchased a Washington license. Sure enough the screaming
reel sounds long enough for it to hit somewhere near the opposite bank. Well,
not quite, but I can dream!
I have admired Bill's casting for two years now. I do see how gracefully it
lands, thus not tearing the bait to bits. I learned how to mimic that by the
sound of his reel, his line, and the final landing of his lure.
"I must have a G Loomis rod and a Calcutta" I told him. "I must,
so that I can totally mimic what I hear when you so artfully cast!"
Bill's cast is a beautiful symphony of the spools release of line. A lob, that
sends out monofilament gracefully, arching across the rivers width, with a constant
and steady melodious tone. I believe it to start with a low A, below middle
C, then rising to a D Sharp before it descends in tone again. It lands with
a gentle breaking of water. The tricky part is to make it smooth, legato...
The goal to not disturb what lies beneath.
I close my eyes as my feet adjust to the feel of the rocks on the river banks,
and shut out any visual input. I practice those tones as I hold that piece of
cold-gold Calcutta in my hand and rehearse.
"Listen while you fish" repeats through my head to the tune of "Whistle
while you work".
You can learn about rowing, also, by
by the sounds of the approaching waters, and the reaction of the oarsman. I
hear the rhythmic beat of the shallow dipping of the oars. It mimics my heart
beat and lulls me to what I know as calm waters. As I hear faster waters, my
heart beat quickens and I hear the oars response, deeper, faster pulls.
"Shoot one out there" I hear, and look to see the bank close. That
would be a staccato, quick cast! I know the sound of a quick cast, and I have
practiced listening to it. I know how to produce that sound by feel.
My rod, my reel, and my line are my orchestra, my hand the conductor, and my
river the audience. My fish, therefore, my applause.
I sincerely believe that if I had eyesight by magic someday, that I could be
a seriously competitive angler.
If you already own the rights to good eyesight, try listening. Close your eyes,
listen, not only to the sounds of the squawking gulls, the delicate chirp of
dippers, but to the sounds that you create. Practice the sound of your cast,
the sound of your lure landing on the water. Then, open your eyes and use all
of your senses!
Locate the fish, play your rod and reel like an orchestra and wait.... wait
for the sounds of the applause.... The applause that echoes water breaking against
the canyon walls of the river. Look up as the sight of that silver sided, tail
dancing steelhead gives you a standing ovation. Then play it again, Sam.

Jan 22nd

Jig fishing lesson 101.
That's what I get today from board member and friend, Mark. Oh Boy!
I can't wait! Have to be there by 8!
I have decided that I need a power horse computer.
I want a bare model, nothing on it, no games, no "free internet".
Just a bare screened power horse model that can handle all of my work programs.
I am tired of the kids playing on my biz computer and filling it with "The
Sims" and other games and causing huge crashes. They need this computer.
I don't need a fancy graphics card, do I? I need lots of RAM to handle photo
and art programs, Tons of memory to back up ifish, a cd RW, to make copies of
the board. Where do I start looking, and does anyone have any comments?
Remember, budget is extremely limited, but I have a tax return coming! YAY!
Anyway, off to jig, have a great day!

Jan 24th

I believe...
That jigs do work. For some folks!
I went fishing with pro-jig fishermen, Mark Anderson on Monday. Wow! Three beautiful
native steelhead pulled from the river, one hen at about 11 pounds! Beautiful!
Mark is a calm, patient fishermen who carries at least four rods with him at
every hole. All rods are rigged up with different jigs or lures, and he uses
every one of them! Mark catches these illusive fish consistently, in a relaxed,
confident manner, even when conditions keep other fishermen at home.
"All the better for me" He says, of low water conditions that others
moan about.
He carefully instructed me on how I should rig up, gave me a cork bobber to
use, handed me some absolutely gorgeous, hand tied jigs that work for him. I
felt lucky!
I fished the same waters that he fished, followed him down his fish producing
waters, imitating his every move. I would allow my bobber to perfectly go down
a riffle with a jig and a shrimp tail and he would follow it down with a pink
worm. His bobber would go down! Fish on! So I would change to a pink worm and
he would change to something else. Fish on! His rod would arch against the strain
of a steelhead in the very same waters I had just covered.
Mark fishes with confidence, which I must admit, I still lack.
It was difficult for me to leave my pink pearl corkies and yarn at home on Monday,
but I did.
I will still catch a fish on jigs. I must. I went home and practiced on the
Kilchis. It has become an obsession to me, and Mark only increased my interest.
The most wonderful part of this occasion was revealed when Mark told me he was
going to tie jigs with N.W. fishermen in mind and have them available for sale
in the next few months. I will certainly back these jigs up. They catch fish!

Jan 25th

I think I am beginning to know the feeling of being a steelhead
stuck in a deep pool in these low water conditions. The feel of banging my nose
against confined spaces. Circling without purpose.
If my tears don't raise the water levels, I don't know what will.
I can't think straight, but I know, just like those fish know, that I have to
move upstream.
Things may be a little chaotic in the next few weeks. Hang in there, I'll get
it all straightened out. But if there are glitches, or things that are mixed
up on ifish, I may not have enough time to fix them all right now.
I look out though, on this bleak winter day, and I keep thinking it is going
to rain, and it just sits there doing nothing. The promise of a storm that doesn't
materialize. I think I'm going to have to cry me a river if those fish are going
to move.
Oh, put up this pic of a great sturgeon caught by a woman. I
love it!


Jan 27th

Saturday morning, 5:30 A.M. The kids are at their dads so why
am I up? I could be sleeping in!
I am a morning person. I love the early quiet mornings enough that I sacrifice
my sleep to be there when they happen. The quiet, dark, untouched moments of
the pre dawn. Here I am.
I caught it.
I have jig fever. I am going to be ready when the sun comes up. Ready to cover
waters that I dream in my sleep hold steelhead that can only be accessed by
bobbers. Deep in the forest, where slow, clear water hold the secret of these
fish.
They can't be caught in back of the house. No, that is way too easy, or way
too hard, I've tried that. I have to work for these fish, right? I have to drive
for miles, trudge through deep mosses, fall a couple of times on steep muddy
trails, climb over fallen trees and play the mighty huntress.
Then, with mud on my face, and twigs stuck in my hair, these fish will recognize
the trouble I have been through and will respond. Bobber down! It is going to
happen today. I can feel it!
Steve Hanson suggested
giving up my passion for using my ifish gift rod only for jigs, as I spoke with
him on the phone last night. I could have taken his advice, but I have made
this pact and I am going to stick with it. I might, after I catch my first fish
on a jig, use the rod for other purposes too. Like Steve said, "that rod
is special, hang it on the wall and admire it". Every time I see it there,
I will remember that I have met some really wonderful, supportive people on
ifish.
But for now, it has a very real purpose, and it glares at me with challenge.
I have to catch a fish on a jig using that rod. I don't know why.
After than mission is complete, I will hang it on the wall. I will have one
more reason to smile. Friends help friends catch fish. That will touch
my heart with just one more strike.
Off I go. A time to think, a time to be alone. Just me and the fish. The early
mornings are made for just this.

Jan 30th

PLEASE ATTEND:
Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife Contact:
Anne Presenting Young
(503) 872-5264 x5356
Internet: www.dfw.state.or.us

For Immediate Release January 26, 2001

Fish and Wildlife Commission Meets in Special Session Tuesday

PORTLAND - The Oregon Fish and Wildlife Commission will meet in
a special session 5:30 p.m. Tuesday, Jan. 30 to discuss hiring an interim director
for the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife (ODFW).
The public meeting will be held in the 4th floor Director's Conference Room,
Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife Headquarters, 2501 SW First Avenue, Portland.

The Commission is the rulemaking body for ODFW. The six member body hires the
agency director. Current director Jim Greer announced earlier this month
that his last day as director is Feb. 15. For more information, please contact
Dodie Staudinger at (503) 872-5272.
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Wow! Time flies!
On Sunday, I came home from church, asked David if there was any homework I
could help him with.
"No thank you, Mom".
Good, then you can do what you wish today, after you empty the dishwasher and
bring in some wood.
Ah, the day to play.....
8:00 P.M., I'm ready to jump into a hot bath and retire for the day. David meekly
approaches me.
"Mom, I have to make a rubber band car out of pop cans and miscellaneous.
It is due tomorrow. Can you help me?"

I couldn't believe it.

What did I do? I knew I should say no, that I would not be helping his overall
responsibility level to say yes.
I cut up tin cans, pop cans, got out the tin foil, the glue, the tape, the birthday
wrapping paper, and we have the most fantastic looking car! Streamers hang out
the exhaust, plastic cups for nose cones... It is cool!
Yesterday I walked down to the river with very little in my mind but trying
to clear my head. A little casting, whether or not you think you will catch
a fish is very good for my soul-mind-body.
Just to watch the bobber slowly float, while the little bit of current that
is left pulls it toward the ocean.
My first cast was a good one. It headed directly through the same waters that
I hooked my 34 pound chinook this year.
It dipped in an odd way, not once but twice. A sudden uncontrollable intake
of breath came over me. A fish?
Couldn't be.
My second cast landed precisely in the same spot. I had carefully adjusted my
shrimp tail on the pink and white jig, complete with two red beads, in a presentation
that pleased me.
Dip... dip.... Under!
"It is a fish! It is! It is!" The words came out of me loud and clear,
echoing through the canyon, louder than the warning of a red tailed hawk! I
set the hook!
A beautiful flash of silver greeted me as I fumbled to my gear bag to get my
forceps. O.K., so it was a quick release fish. I lost it, but I did hook one!
My ifish rod has now almost accomplished what I had reserved for it to do. I
hooked my first steelhead on a jig! I was so excited!
Now all I have to do is do it again! This time, making the fish give itself
up on the banks. I will still release him, most probably, but I want to do the
decision making!
We have had .39 inches of rain again, since 6 P.M. last night. Another freshet,
another fish in the hole? I hope!
Pete Morris sent me in this great pic and story of his wife. Please
read!

Oh, and by the way, for all of those concerned about me, I am doing better!

Jan 31st

CHAT tonight, with Mrs. "Gone
Fishin!" Lee Peterson will be hosting the chat tonight, so let's get together
at 8:00 P.M. and talk!
I fished all morning, with every color jig that you can imagine, every worm,
every corkie, okie, shrimp, egg, and nada... nada bite, nada fish. But it was
beautiful! Not one boat down the river! Where is everyone??? :)
Take it easy, and see ya tonight!

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