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July 1, 2005

...and a happy first of July to all! I adore the first
of each month! It's like a new beginning. I feel that way most every
day, but the start of a month is even better!
Ohhhhhhh, my coffee is good this morning! It's fresh and crisp out,
and it looks to be a lovely day. My flowers are in full bloom. I
think I'll take a cup of coffee and go sit on the deck!
I just put up Stan's column for you. Please
click here to visit!

Enjoy your day! I've often thought of days such as these with fond
wishes for those that work in offices. For some reason, I've always
thought having an office job would be fun.-- If only for the lunch
breaks, where all of the girls get together and have lunch outside
on a bench, in the sunshine.
I miss that type of friendship!
Off I go-- If any girls want to come over and sit outside with me,
you are welcome!
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I am happy to announce that ifish has two new sponsors, today!
The first is D & S Custom
. They are joining our custom rod team with TH Custom Rods.
I look forward to getting to know their work better!
A big welcome also goes to River
City Fly Shop!
I have heard great things about the owner, Don
Nelson. Welcome, both of you, and thank you so much for supporting
our habits!

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Black Butte, 2005

July 2, 2005

Still... when I walk to the river, I try to learn how to travel
without gathering bits of cut lawn and moisture on my toes. Picking my feet
up high doesn't seem to work. Landing heel first doesn't seem to work. It's
just plain wet at the coast, year around. Forget about keeping any shoes
It reminds me so much of those dewy, crisp mornings in Canby as a youth.
Brothers and sisters, we'd sleep, cozied up in sleeping bags under the Clematis
covered patio, out back. In the morning, I'd wake to walk barefoot across
the soft wet lawn. The gravel driveway was cruel, and the pain woke me before
I got to the slippery, cold surface of the laundry room, and into a pancake
and syrup smelling kitchen.
I'll never forget waking up one special morning! My Mother asked me to get
into the car, that something special had happened. I had no clue what to
expect, but something told me it wasn't to be worried about. The tone of
her voice was light, and lilting. We drove to my best friend's house, Joni
Harms. Her horse, Sugar, had given birth to a brand new foal!
I suppose this is one of the most basic memories of summer that make me
relate birth so strongly with late spring.
Right now, I watch as a Mother purple finch feeds her new baby at the feeder.
It's charming to watch!
Yesterday was warm and windy. I spent a while down at the river in my chair,
reading, as Kilchis played in the river. After becoming overly warm, I decided
to wade in the shallows with him. Salmon fry darted between my toes. The
salmon that I had watched building redds were successful! More new life!
It's everywhere, this time of year.
Someone sent me a link, last year, of a baby hummingbird's life. It's been
updated, this year. Have
a peek!
Make sure you turn the pages at the bottom to continue the life
story. It's amazing! I know that we have hummingbird babies somewhere around
here. The previous owner found a nest that had blown out of the tree during
a freak spring wind storm. I have yet to find one, yet I know the trees
where they fly to. I've studied the branches meticulously. They are expert
at camouflage!
On the Fourth of July weekend, I am known to hibernate. I try so hard to
get all of my groceries and mail, so that I don't have to venture out in
the tourist traffic. My Fourth of July fireworks consist of several varieties
of new life bursting forth around me. I'm more pleased with my flowers and
their explosions of color than with loud noises and explosions of pyrotechnics.
I think about quiet things especially this morning, as I try to figure out
why I'm having migraine auras ever since my surgery. I have them almost
daily, and they are uncomfortable. I crave peace, dim lights, and quiet.
What better way to celebrate freedom than with quiet glimpses of new life?
Give me the real thing, any day! Of course, I do have a box of sparklers
that I keep at the ready.
There are times when I sit on the deck as the sun falls from the sky, and
a lit sparkler brings a needed magic. Even with it's quiet celebration,
a sparkler is in such sharp contrast with the quiet of the night. All that
surrounds me is not absent, but simply at rest! Sleeping baby birds, silently
finning salmon fry, and a Mother deer keeping watch over her new born fawn.
It would seem a sin to disturb their peace with a loud explosion.
So instead, I sit quietly, calmly, before I rest through a magical night
in the forest. I light a single sparkler in celebration of our great country,
and revel in all that is truly magical, and truly free.
The sound of rain descends, muffled onto the canopies of a thousand colors
of green trees, dripping with drizzle.
God Bless America!
It is at it's finest, out in this canyon, at the end of Kilchis River Road.

July 2, 2005...
Talk about fireworks! I just caught a 17 inch cutt on a three weight rod!
What a riot!
I was fishing our upper boiler hole with a three and a reverse pink spider.
(My new go to fly!)
It's a bit heavy and harder to lob out there. I kept getting little strikes,
but nothing to get excited about. I always think when it doesn't stick that
they are probably little guys, anyhow. Smolt?
Don't want those... so, I kept fishing.
I got tired after about 10 minutes and sat down on a rock, a bit upstream.
I use the current a lot to fish cutts. When I go upstream, my shorter three
weight gets more in the line of current. I sat down, and let the line play
out in the water. It was doing all kinds of neat swirly undertow ballets,
and looked good to me. I just left it there.
I'd get a strike every now and then. Still nothing big.
Then, I began to bring it in... just over the edge of the waterfall in the
main current, I stopped bringing line in and just set it there. It was no
more than five feet from my rock, but I was hidden from the water view.
All of the sudden, with the swiftness of a rattle snake strike, my line
was jerked from my holding hand! WHOO HOOO! Battle on! I got up way to fast,
and fighting the dizzies, tried to follow the fish. I had tons of line at
my feet, unprepared for this special guest. Reel in the excess, or hand
fight the fish?
I reeled in the line, and as I did, the fish flew out of the water and did
the fourth of July yahoo! No need to reel any more line in, he'd taken it
nearly to the backing!
OK, so now I'm hand playing the fish, and I think he's gotten off. I'm a
fool with a fly line, but I cracked myself up. I couldn't stand, I was laughing
so hard.
Finally, got the fish to my feet, held it upside down. (They calm down that
way for me) unhooked him and lined him up with the butt of my rod real quick
for a measure.
OH! I WISH I HAD MY CAMERA! It was so beautiful! Little 17 inch buck searun!
On a 3!!!!! That was a GAS!
I let him go and held my hand to the marking spot all the way to the house.
Happy Fourth, indeed! That was about enough excitement for this girl!

No-- I'm going back!

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Day 2005

Hey! I had fun coloring this page! Fourth of July is supposed
to be bright and shiny, right?
It is Independence Day! Time to celebrate! Get out the sparklers, Ma!
But what price have we personally paid for this wonderful privilege of freedom?
Freedom is a gift that we have graciously received. I think it's up to each
one of us to fully take advantage of it.
I have not been to service for my country. I have not fought in a war. I
have no children that plan on joining the forces. I don't know the meaning
or the feeling of being at war, nor the feeling of losing a loved one. I
can't imagine it! I live in a seemingly peaceful country, fully taking advantage
of things that others have suffered for. They have given their sons to provide
my family freedom. My home is not under attack. I have plenty of food, and
all of my needs are met. Thank God!
This is truly reason to celebrate. I live in a great country! No matter
how frustrated I become over current events, the fact remains that my freedom
is currently secured.
I came across this verse (Galatians 5:1).
"It was for freedom that Christ has made us free; stand firm, lest
you fall again under a yoke of slavery".
I spent my day thinking about this verse yesterday. I am undeserving of
both my personal freedom, and my country's freedom. They are both at risk,
should we drop our guard of protection.
Daily, I struggle to remain "free" from so many things. Fear,
stress, anger, sadness, remorse, and worry!
I have to remind myself, daily, to trust in God to take care of everything.
I giggled when I received this e mail from a friend.
This is God. Today I will be handling All of your problems for
you. I do NOT need your help. So, have a nice day.
I love you.

How true that is! Another example of freedom that is graciously given
to us!
However, I have to work constantly to have the faith that brings that freedom
to my life. Trusting in God to help me with my problems is a difficult task
for me! But, when I fully trust in Him, I am blessed with the most amazing
freedom and joy!
Their is a parallel between these two freedoms that I cannot deny. When
I sing this song, I think about those personal storms gathering at sea,
coming straight at me, and I know that I have the ability to remain free
from them!

While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer:

God Bless America,
Land that I love
Stand beside her,
And guide her,
Through the night
With the light from above,
From the mountains,
To the prairies,
To the ocean,
White with foam,
God bless America,
My home sweet home.
God bless America,
My home sweet home!

It takes a peaceful life, to fully take advantage of all of the freedom
that is available to us.

"and ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
John 8:32
I firmly believe that the evil that is happening both in our world,
and in our personal lives, is caused by not putting our trust in God. If
we take it upon ourselves to start by freeing ourselves and "let go
and let God" begin to repair the damage, then we begin to break this
trend toward world wide evil. When we do, we can start truly sharing the
joy that God has in store for us!

God Bless America, and Happy Independence Day to all! And
Hey... Hug a service man or woman today, if you have the chance! Send a
card off to a soldier! Thank God for our freedom!

July 7th 2005

There is a new mania going around. It's the "Ifish sticker
spotting" mania! It's fun, and it's all over the discussion forum,
and all over Oregon and Washington freeways! (Sometimes further!) Since
this trend, I've been flying through the decals. People want to be noticed
wearing their "Ifish colors!"
I've experienced this fun, myself. Driving in Portland, I saw a car ahead
of me with an ifish decal. You can't imagine the pride I felt! I tried to
catch up with them, but couldn't, in time.
Anyhow, if you'd like to join in, you can buy your decal,
. Or through the discussion
board, here.
It's a bit more automated through the DB, plus, you can
get a yellow ribbon by your name, by donating even 5 dollars to the cause.
That happens by scrolling up to donations, or clicking
You have to be a registered member to click on those links. Click
here to register
, and become a member of ifish! I never would have thought
that ifish would become so well known. I've been having a lot of fun with
A couple days ago, Bill talked me into exploring tidewater for cutthroat.
We have to take the duck boat, and let me tell you! I'm not as limber as
I used to be! That little boat is tippy and hard to get into!
Did we ever have fun, though! The cutthroat are here in good numbers this
year. We landed 13 nice, fat cutthroat. Two or three were sea runs, and
the rest, healthy residents. They measured up to 17 inches! I had a great
time with a reverse spider, behind the boat. It was really neat how it worked
for trolling. I'd let the line out, and kind of twitch it, as I let more
line out. It looked so yummy! No wonder those cutts went after it with abandon.
Of course, what don't those voracious fish go after?
It's been years since I've tasted a cutthroat trout. Maybe I'll go South
and fish to keep one, one of these days. It'd almost feel like a sin, though!
They are so gorgeous! Cutthroat trout fishing is catch and release only,
here on the North Coast. No bait on the upper river of the Kilchis, so watch
The population wasn't doing so well, last year, but this year, as far as
I can tell, they are back, in good numbers.
I've been having wonderful visions of Fall, lately. Especially as I gazed
into the deep, clear tidal waters and noted the structure on the bottom
where I'd imagine huge Fall Chinook hiding. Bill and I kept thinking, "I'd
love to put a big K-15 there... and here... and!!!!" Visions of those
huge snub nose monsters, nosing into fallen logs on the bottom of the river.
I love that pretense of Fall and all of the memories I have of wonderful
days on the rivers! Every now and then I smell Fall coming, in the air.
Soon... blackberries! Dusty days on the upper river, where Fall waits, and
the salmon are held back until the first storm of the season! As I cast
a fly, I imagine the chum salmon that boil in the shallows! Whoo hooo!
It's an absolutely beautiful day, today. Rain is predicted to return, later
this weekend. I think this calls for a cup of coffee out by my garden. That's
a wonderful way to start the day, and a good time to thank God for all the
trout I've been blessed with.

July 9th 2005

I can't begin to tell you the depth of emotion I feel over
Andrew moving. The big day is tomorrow.
It started nearly a month ago. Every morning he'd wake up and come to me.
"Twenty nine more days, Mum! Are you sad?"
What an odd question! With excitement in his voice, he wants to know how
badly it hurts me? Men are so weird! This is what I had to listen to for
a full month.
Well, yes, I'm sad. It's a huge thing for me!
The other night the boys and I were preparing dinner. We were laughing,
having fun, light hearted joking filled the air. Out of the blue, I stopped
all conversation with, "I wish you guys would have fought more."
Silence fell over the room as they looked at me, puzzled.
"Well? Then I'd have something to be excited about missing!"
The boys never fought. If they did, it was one angry word, a slammed door,
and then fifteen minutes later, laughing and talking, as normal. If they'd
fought, I could look forward to peace.
All I have to look forward to is an awkward silence. I can't honestly look
forward to anything that I can think of right now. It totally escapes me.
What good will this be?
Doomsday thoughts keep coming up. It will never be the same. No matter if
he moves back, someday. It will never be the same.
I've done a good job. I know I have. He's a good kid, and I'm very proud
of him. It's time to let him go. I know that. Everything is natural, normal,
and extremely sad!
Once I had a letter from a well meaning person on ifish, telling me to set
him free, already! Don't help him! Let him go on his own! She asked why
I was making such a fuss.
Maybe some Moms can do that. This one can't. I spent too many days and nights
holding his hand in a hospital, I think. Too many doctors appointments,
and scary times wondering what his fortune and future might be. I thank
God that he can now see with at least one eye. I still worry about that
call I might get one day, saying his aorta is troubling him or heaven forbid,
worse. I worry that he won't go get annual check ups, or that he'll ignore
the lifting restrictions the doctors recommend. It's up to him, now, and
I am freely, although with misty eyes, letting him fly.
I have prayed for him, and even prayed for his future mate, since he was
a baby. At that time, I had a stereo underneath his crib, and played all
kinds of classical music for him as he slept. He does appreciate good music
now. I think it stuck.
It's time, probably, to pull out some baby pictures, and do what "Mums"
do. Cry over the good old days. The vacations at Disneyland... The summer
pools we splashed in, the winter snows we sledded in. The long drives to
doctors together in Portland. The lunches out. We really are best friends.

This morning I went to Fred Meyers and shopped down the cleaning isle. I
thought about everything a guy would need, but not think of, to move into
an apartment. I bought a can of Comet, some windex, a dish washing brush,
a sponge, some laundry detergent... all kinds of things he'll need. I gathered
them together and put them in a brand new waste basket. They all fit! Even
the broom and dust pan, and toilet brush handle fit down neatly in it.
When he saw it, he said, "Oh... Mum! That'll be great! Thank you!"
I was glad to help. Glad to fit in... somewhere, still.
There will be different pleasures, now. Care packages... long visits on
the phone, adventures he'll share, and problems, of course. I'll be his
council. I'll be his ear.
I'm not renting out his room, yet. I don't expect him to give up, but if
he should, he's always welcome.
And so, as I gathered my rod and tackle in hand, I walked out to the river.
I passed his room, as always. He usually shouts out, "Hey Ma..."
But this time, the window was open as usual, but with the furniture gone,
it seemed so empty. I meekly whispered, "Andrew?"
He popped his head out. "Yeah?"
The tears fell from my eyes with utter abandon. I promised myself I wouldn't
do this in front of him!
I stammered, "It will never be the same, Roo!" (I can call him
that, you know... He will always be my baby!)
He was a bit taken back, but managed to say. "Do you want to come with
me, Mum?"
We both know that he's kidding, of course.
I couldn't answer, and instead, turned... and tried to hide the rising tide
of tears. I was speechless. Why is part of me mad at him? Why do I feel
kind of abandoned? Like a good friend is turning their back on me? How silly!
I continued on my way to the river, as he said, "Mum? Do you?"
As I cast out into the river, I noticed that the river had come up about
a foot from the previous day. The rains had collected, and changed the summer
levels into a rush of heavy current. My tears only raised the level more!
The tears poured steady until I hooked a fat bodied cutt on my fly. I released
him, and he flipped in the air in celebration of his freedom. Now, that
made me smile.
"Roo?" I said to myself... "Oh, how I'd like to go with you!
I would! You have no idea how much!!"
As I sat still, at the base of the fast flowing river, so many thoughts
filled my mind. So many memories!
A feeling of contentment came over me, as I walked back to the house.
I'd have to say that there is a definite rush and satisfaction in releasing
a fish to continue on their journey. I often fight the urge to hold and
to admire them for just a bit longer before they swim off. I have to fight
that persistent urge to keep it for my very own.
I am letting Andrew go, turning him over to the world. This has got to be
the biggest and most special darn fish that I've ever released in my entire
Good Luck and Godspeed to you, &Roo!

July 12th 2005

Well, I'm glad to be home. Turns out, I had to stay overnight
in Portland to sign Andrew's rental agreement for him. He's yet to be 18.
He'll turn 18 in August.
That was a very tiring weekend. I'm still not up to traveling like I used
to be.
First thing I did when I got home is walk to the river. Man, it was silent.
The rain poured sideways, as the wind blew with all of it's might. "This
is July?" I repeated over and over, into the weather. The water has
yet to be low, this summer. It still appears there could be steelhead in
this water! There isn't, of course, but it resembles winter steelhead water!
The sky shows hope, this morning. Hope that the sun may shine! They are
reporting that it will be nice this weekend. That would be wonderful!
Well, it's off to catch up on decal orders, and maybe a short walk on the

July 14th 2005

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My orchid, in full bloom!
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My sister says she is going to bow down at my feet. I not
only kept my orchid alive, but it's blooming!
The funny thing is that I didn't realize the gift giver had a cottage cheese
container over the bottom of the pot. All of this time, the roots have been
soaking. Everything I read on orchids said not to over water. Now that I've
removed that container... it will most probably die! I hope not, though!
Oh, my aching shoulders! It's a sure sign that I'm not fly fishing correctly.
Isn't it? I get so frustrated with my three weight rod. It's so flimsy that
it's hard to get a long cast out of it. So, instead of letting the rod do
the work, I try to force the darned thing. Wrong!
I've been having a great time with it, though! There are some big cutts
out there!
My garden is finally coming alive! It's been long and slow in coming, this
year. I had fresh potatoes and beet greens for dinner last night. Yum!
I'm going to try to make pickled beets this week. I've never done that,
and I don't know how to can them. However, I'm going to learn! I absolutely
adore pickled beets! I could eat them by the can... all by myself!
The canyon is totally fogged in this morning. I'm hoping that means sunshine
later in the day. I really need some warmth on these old, cold bones of
mine! A day, laying in the sun, reading the rest of a book that I'm midway
in. "Highlanders" by William McCloskey has turned into a page
turner! At first, I just skimmed through it, but now that I'm midway, it's
a page turner! I love stories of Alaskan life and this is a keeper.
Off I go-- I've never in my life kept my winter clothes out all year, until
this year. When, oh when will I get to wear shorts?
Oh... and Andrew? Hope you are having a nice day.
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We miss you, dearly.

July 16th 2005

Today is the Salty Dogs event!
"The First Annual Coast Guard Appreciation Day" will be held at
Station Yaquina Bay in Newport Oregon on 16 July 2005 from 2-6 pm.
Click here for "The Coast Guard Appreciation"
Several people will be there. I think this is just great that we are realizing
how much the Coast Guard means to our safety. I am really proud that they
have actively taken part in our discussion forums to help keep us safe.
Sometimes on the board, a member will ask a question, and they are right
there with the correct and up to date information. That's awesome.. isn't
I am going to be there, along with all of the other Salty Dogs... even if
I don't fish the salt, much. I want to take pictures, see my old friends,
and meet lots of new people!
Oh yeah... How
about a little combat Ifishing?
Aren't those cool? An ifisher, Vincent--
sent these to me! Greetings from Iraq!

July 18th 2005

Let the dreams begin! Twice now, perhaps
more, I've had "flashes of Fall". Awesome observations of Autumn
fill my mind with a welcome invitation to Indian Summer!
It happens most often as I'm on the water, gazing down at the mystical,
watery magic on the Kilchis river bottom. It brings such amazing visions!
As if out of nowhere, I expect to see huge lunker salmon, nosing up to dead
heads, lying on the bottom of the deepest holes in the clear and cool depths.
They aren't there, of course. It's only in my imagination, but still, I
stare. I feel a surge of energy.
Still, I feel that old 'Fall forward' feeling, as one accidental leaf floats
from it's Mother tree and lights upon the yet green grasses.
Yesterday I hopped in the canoe that sits lonely on it's river beach. The
kids used to have so much fun in this old canoe. It took a heck of a beating
as they slid high from the rocky river bank in an attempt to land in the
water, still afloat. More often then not, they'd end up splashing to a giggling
halt, but that was all the more fun!
Yesterday was windy in the afternoon. When the ripples on the water would
clear, I'd study the structure of the river. Right where I'd hook a salmon,
I'd stop and try to maintain my position. Oh! I'll put my Kwikfish right
there! Or there! What a grand place for a salmon to hold! And the steelhead--
over here!-- and-- oh darn, another wave of wind took over the river's clear
slate, and my dreams would vanish.
Paddling gently to the other side, I got out, and walked in the late afternoon
sunshine on the white, moss dried rocks. It's like walking on the moon,
I thought. "Where no man has gone before..."
Of course, in the Fall, this river bank is often busy and populated. But,
the crisply dried moss under my feet gave no evidence of past fishing seasons.
The river sang a lonely song, as I made my way to the deepest hole, by foot.
The wind howled in the trees, and the sun shone hot on my back. Everything
was ghostly quiet, other than the squawk of a crow, and the tiniest voice
of a dipper, trying to escape my dogs frantic chase. The ghost of my children's
summer frolic sang loud and taunting in my memory. Screams of laughter,
shrills of cold water folly, and yelling for their friends to catch a frisbee.
The silence was almost cruel.
I didn't have a fishing rod. I was simply there for an outing. I sighed,
and walked back to the canoe. I stepped into it daintily, and paddled back
home. On the way across, I saw a couple dandy cutthroat, gathering for their
late night bite. As always, I scolded myself for being too lazy to bring
a fly rod. I would have liked to hook one. I was in the mood for a little
contact, a little fight, a little giggle, if only from myself.
On the way to the house, I noted the trampoline which now owns it's own
advertisement in the local newspaper classifieds. With Andrew gone, we are
minus one hand to move it to mow underneath it. Long, finger like shadows
were cast over it from the surrounding and encroaching blackberries. It
gave me a chill, even in the warm summer wind.
You know, I'm really looking forward to bathing all of my attention on my
youngest, David, now that Andrew is gone. It really does all work out. The
attention that Andrew received alone, in his first few years, now goes to
David, in his last years, at home.
I look forward to special times, long talks, and long laughs in the kitchen
together, late at night. Especially now that I know that children really
do leave home! I think when we have children, we think they'll be living
with us, forever. Up till the very end, I think I was in denial that Andrew
was really leaving home. Eighteen years seems such a long, long time. But,
it does end! I know that now. Oh, boy, do I know that!
And with that knowledge, I'm going to make certain that these last two years
that David has, are the best that we've ever had, together.
Now, if I can only get him to fish with me!
I am enjoying summer, but I'm sure looking forward to Fall. And with that,
I'm dreaming of more than just fishes. I'm dreaming of getting David into
the biggest, fattest salmon that he could ever hope for.
For some reason, I could take Andrew fishing, and he would always catch
fish. The only ingredient that was missing, was his excitement over it.
I could never get David into a fish, and that is my goal. Maybe if I could,
he'd change his mind, and be my fishing buddy for life? I doubt that...
but it's worth a try!
With that thought, I closed the door on another summer's eve, and looked
forward to being one step closer to Fall.

I wanted to tell you how honored I was to receive a medal from the Yaquina
Bay Coast Guard, on Sunday. I don't really feel that I deserve it, but I
was sure honored! The Salty Dogs have worked so hard to create and maintain
a camaraderie of fishers so unique in their loyalty to one another.
The party was fantastic, and I had a great time! The
links to some of the pictures are here!

Thank you!
Oh yeah! Please
enter the Okuma "Kids Fishing" picture contest!
Win a new

July 21st 2005

Lots going on! Ifishstock
is this weekend. Will you be there? It's the first time that I haven't put
it on, myself, so I am really looking forward to it! I just get to visit
and play!
I'm also going to a wedding this weekend, and am playing piano for a very
short time. (That is, IF I can play!) Marfan syndrome is so weird. It's
a connective tissue disorder, and right now, one of my fingernails is separating
from the bed, and it hurts! I'm not practicing much, because I don't want
it to get worse.
Looks like thunderstorms, later today. How exciting! That is, if it's not
too dry out. Hope that it doesn't cause troublesome fires.
Be safe- if you are in a boat! Follow
all the rules of boating safety with lightning.
Nothing like sitting
out in a metal boat, holding a lightning rod!
Well, I'm off for the day. Hope you stay cool! Here at the beach, it's not
so toasty, yet still warm and nice.
We have so many baby grosbeaks around. They are just a hoot to watch!

July 23rd 2005

Yikes! Life just goes too fast! Every time I sit down to write,
I see the days and months just fly by! I start a new month's page on ifish
and before I know it, I'm starting a new one again!
I can recall when I didn't even know the words, "web site!"
Sometimes I look at my archives, and I'm blown
away. Have I really been doing this, this long? I'm on my 8th year! I started
before December of '98, but I didn't archive until then.
Sometimes I wonder how long I will do this. Shall I make it an even 10 years?
Or will I just go on forever? Will I stop when my last child leaves home?
Will things be so different then, that I won't know what to write about?
Or, will I finally decide to sell ifish and walk off on the foggy river
bank until you can't see me anymore?
If I do ever would sell, will I still stay involved? How on earth can a
person sell their baby? And yes, Ifish feels like one of my babies! I don't
know if I could even watch, as a new owner would change and manipulate things
that I created, and love. I can just see it now! "Oh! You can't do
THAT!" (giggle!)
I've had folks approach me about selling. Some of them immediately turn
me off with the "Baby I could make you a star." kind of sales
pitch. "You could be rich! I'll send you all over the world to catch
fish and report back!" Oh! The luxury that would be! Unfortunately,
I'm physically unable at this point in my life! If only I were younger!
If only I believed that could happen!!!
There are others that are interested in ifish, because they are in competition
with who I have chosen to be sponsors of ifish. It's little to no temptation
to me to sell ifish to them, because I simply couldn't sleep nights!
There are times... oh so many times, when I get so tired and so fed up by
some of the 'goings on' behind the scenes. The drama, the talk, the "he
said-she said".
My solution to that is to only mind my own four walls. This works out really
well for me. If I don't look elsewhere, I find that I have just my own problems,
and I can tackle those. It wastes my energy to go looking for problems.
God gives us no more than we can handle. I've hear that loud and clearly!
Don't get me wrong. Sometimes I am so overcome by emails and whispers of
train wrecks so dramatic that I can't help but look. But, when I do, I almost
never find that it was worth my while to do so. This growing experience
keeps me less tempted from doing it in the future. When the temptation becomes
strong, I remember that my limited energy can be so much better spent on
ifish! And that thought drives me away from the drama. Then, I do something
to improve ifish, and in the end, I feel so much better!
Believe me, trying to learn all of the people on ifish is chore enough for
me! Think about it! I try to keep up with and to learn the names, monikers,
nick names, boat names, e mail addresses of just a few members. Just think
about trying to learn that of 100... or one thousand! Heaven forbid! I give
up! My mind is full!
There are so many aspects of trying to keep ifish running, that I can't
believe I've held on this long. I kind of skate over the surface of it all.
So far, it's all held together. I can't imagine what would happen if I stopped
praying about it. Prayer has been the glue to all of ifish!
And now, as I look forward to meeting yet more ifishers tomorrow at our
fifth annual ifishstock, it occurs to me that I can't even think about selling
ifish, right now.
It would be just one more thing on my plate... and one more thing, I have
no time for!
So, ladies and gents, you are stuck with me!
Can't wait to see you all tomorrow!
us at Sellwood park in Portland
. This one is put on by Ryan Pultz, who
I thank from the bottom of my heart! Due to my illness, I was going to skip
this year, but he took it on, with full force. Come on by and tell him thank
It will be held from 1 to 4 on the lawn of the Waterfront
Sellwood park
. (Not the old park on the hill!)
Bring a smile, something to bbq, and maybe a salad or dessert and be ready
to make friends for life! I sure have!
As I look back at all of the friends I have made, it occurs to me that nothing
could be more valuable!
By the way... you know what helps me through life? (One of the things?)
Go out of your way to do something nice for someone, today. Anything...
just a little thing, even. Write a note and send it in the mail, telling
them they are appreciated. Or, bring someone some flowers or a small gift,
out of the blue. It takes so little effort, and you will feel good, all
day! It's much better medicine than what is available on the shelf... believe
me! :)

July 25th 2005

Last night, Bill said. "Really a nice group of people,
aren't they?" Yes! I have never met a greater group of people!
Next time, if you have the chance, attend one of the ifish gatherings. Here
is a thread
to the current thread about ifishstock.
is one
, with pictures!
I thought the Salty Dogs gathering was great, and I still do, but this one
was great, too!
There were so many dogs! I think you can tell a group of nice people, by
how many dogs are in attendance! What a crazy mix of twisted leashes we
Kilchis, normally semi-well behaved, was so struck by the social experience
that he forgot what my voice commands were! Forget the hand commands, too!
Remember, he lives out on the Kilchis, where no other dogs roam! He was
so busy sniffing and darting around, that I had no control!
I was so struck by meeting new folks and their dogs, that pretty soon my
legs were just acting as sticks to hold me up. I kept thinking, "I
have to sit down!" But, then I'd meet someone new, and stand there
to talk. I paid for that, last sleepless night, but it was all worth it!
Their were barbecues going everywhere, and tables full of food and oh! The
chocolate cake was divine!
I have great feelings about ifish, and all of this only cements my reasons
to stay put, doing what I love. Thank you to all the good folks in the world,
that like to fish... and when we can't, come right here, to ifish!

July 26th 2005
Fort Steven's Salmon Charters

Brushing the sand off my hands, pants and shoes, I'd enter
the seaside bait store, and breathlessly yell, "Rosalie! Are you here?"
The bite was on, and I had ran out of bait... again!
It was a complicated journey from the end of the Hammond jetty, to Rosalie's
bait shop. Over the rocks I'd slip, onto the sandy beach, and up the ever
changing rock and sandy beach to my car. I can't begin to count the scrapes,
bruises and falls. I was so much younger, then! I know that, because I wouldn't
dare tackle that task, now. At least, not with the breathless excitement
and speed that I displayed back then!
The older men sitting on the beach in the lounge chairs, rod holder by their
side, would laugh at me as they watched my panicked race.
"Out of bait again, Jennie? Need to borrow some?" They'd laugh.
No! Even though they loved to tease, and they lovingly nicknamed me "Mrs.
Borrowitz", I worked hard to overcome that name. Yes, when I first
started fishing there, I gained a reputation for borrowing both knowledge,
and equipment. In the beginning, I'd bring the wrong size sinker, or run
out of leader. But, as the seasons passed, I fast became an expert (if only
in my own mind), and I was determined to buy my own bait! Should there be
any left over, I'd give mine away at the end of the day, too! After I learned
the ropes, I wanted every fish I caught, to be totally owned by me!
By the way a seagull flies, Rosalie's bait shop wasn't far. Just a couple
of blocks. But I wasn't blessed with the wings of a seagull. I had to go
by car.
Rosalie would greet me from somewhere in the back of the store, where her
husband and she would keep busy readying for the days fishermen (and women!).
Sometimes, I'd be out of luck, as I hadn't pre-ordered bait, and I was handed
yesterday's bait. It didn't matter! They were still blessed, and I'd still
catch fish!
I think that my biggest help was Rosalie's confidence in me to catch fish!
She always filled me with the knowledge and a "go at it!" attitude!
The reports she'd give me were accurate, as to whether I should fish the
big beach, or the jetty. It was a supreme pleasure for me to give her a
wonderful report, as I'd stop after a long day to show her my catch!

Clothing Face Smile People in nature Grass

The time is fast approaching once again. That wonderful season
that is filled with warm summer nights and visions of silver salmon jumping
on the end of my line. Evenings where I'd sit on the beach with my friend
Ben, (who I met on the beaches of the Columbia) and sip coffee and eat sandy
sandwiches as we'd wait for our bell to go off.
Occasionally, on early mornings, I'd be the first to the beach! I'd climb
out to my spot on the rocks, and sit for hours, waiting for my turn.
Wasn't it a surprise for me to get an e mail from Rosalie's son after all
these years! He sent me pictures of Rosalie, and the memories flooded back
with a salty rush.
Oh! What long, wonderful days those were! Oh! What freedom I felt, as my
then husband would give me the day off from Mothering, to sit amongst my
fishing peers on my rocky perch overlooking the bay. Ships would pass, and
their waves would have me scurrying up the rocks to reach a safe dry place,
where no wake could get me!
It is with incredible honor that I dedicate
this page on ifish to Rosalie
! My friend, my mentor, and my "blessed
herring" dealer.
It's so good to know that you, too, can get your herring from Rosalie, and
may all of your fishing days be blessed! (Rosalie style!)
Also, if you need bait and can't get to Rosalie's, check out the ifish
B-10 Bait list!
If you know of any other places, let me know! The phone
number listing is free!
Oh! And look what I've done with Andrew's old room! Isn't
the color pretty?

July 29th 2005

The other morning I woke up, sniffed the air, observed the
fog that had settled thick and low, and walked downstairs. "Let's get
out the bobbers and go fish tidewater for chinook!" Everything screamed
Fall to me!
Of course it's way too early for Fall Chinook, but that's not what the day
was shouting! I absolutely adore that feeling! Talk about an instant mood
brightener! Just give me a whiff of Fall! Someone should market that smell
and sell it in a tube! Just mix a little in your coffee, and you'd have
an instant wonderful wake up! Hey! I found a new drug!
I have the absolute cutest little baby violet green swallows outside my
window, right now. They are still in their house, or mostly, anyway! There
are two of them, and they pop their little heads out of the hole we built
in the house, and open their mouths wide, waiting for their food. They get
all twisted up together and it's a wonder they haven't fallen out. They
are so eager to grow, live, and what a racket those little mouths make!
I'll never forget the first sign of them. I was watering the flowers underneath
their bird house, and I heard the tiniest of "cheeps". I turned
off the hose to listen. Yes! Babies! Soon, I noticed their parents swooping
around me, trying to ward me off. I moved, and watched. Sure enough, there
were Mom and Dad, entering the house to care for their babies. This is the
second batch this year. I wonder how long they'll live in the house, before
it's quiet and abandoned for the winter months?
I have a renewed strength for life, lately. It's a wonderful feeling to
look forward to Fall.
Finally, I'm feeling nearly human. As long as I don't overdo it, I'm good.
Two days ago, I decided to try out my wings and go for a walk. I'm trying
to walk further each day. The problem is that our driveway is steep. By
the time I get to the top, I'm ready to quit! In fact, most days I can't
get to the darn top before my heart races. That scares me enough to head
back down. But once... I continued. It set me back a couple days. I guess
I'm not ready for that. Now, I drive my car to the top, park, and go for
a little walk. Why is it that I always live where there is no flat ground
for walking or biking? I can't complain. It's beautiful, here... and although
the rocks are difficult to negotiate for me, the river is still my best
walking area.
Next week I have my three month CT scan. I so hope I pass that with flying
colors. I do not want to feel this renewed strength and energy only to find
out I have to have more heart surgery. My prayers about it are intense.
Please! I feel better! Let me go on! The thought of the exam and the resulting
stress until the tests come back are daunting to me. I don't want to play
doctor! Of course, I have to, and I do want to know, I suppose... if something
is wrong. If God grants me the next three months of good health, I'll be
so grateful!
It's odd, living on three month passes, but it also keeps your attitude
in check. I feel more blessed about life, and it's a constant reminder to
appreciate life and every little thing, living around me.
Last night, I wrote this on the mod board. Some people wonder what we talk
about, on that board. Oh! It's really secret, and very interesting... not!
Here is a sample:

The 'bapely birtlies' (violet green swallows) are sound asleep in their
wooden home.
The chickens are heading for their roost.
The does and their fawn(s) are tucking into the bushes, away from the predators.
They hide in the deep grasses.
The barn swallows are finishing up their snacks that swarm over the river.
They dive a few last times, before heading to our shed to nest down.
One lone blue heron makes it's last run up the river, making a shrill and
raucous call to all that live near. He does this each night. I've never
figured out why, but I've figured out when.
It's bed time.
I can hear the most faint call of a pack of coyotes, coming from up by the
park. It starts with one, and pretty soon a full chorus ensues. I wonder
what the campers think of that!

It's bedtime on the river.
It's bedtime for me, too.

Night night--

--and now, it's time to get up. I heard the heron squawk his
morning call. I've seen five deer, heading for the woods, and I've heard
the tiny voices of the violet greens.
It's time to shower. Bill is taking me cutthroat fishing this morning for
a little while. I can't wait to stare into the depths of the water, and
imagine huge salmon swimming underneath me. They aren't there, but they
will be!
I anticipate great things.
Yup. I like that. Pretty much says it all.
I anticipate great things!

July 31st 2005

Wood Beak Grey Felidae Bird

Fledgling violet green swallows!
I think they've left their nest!
Summer is truly winding down.

I fished Nehalem yesterday with 'Pete' and 'Blind Chicken
Fishing'. (As I write that, I realize how funny it must sound!) Yes, Pete
and Blind Chicken Fishing are members of the Ifish board. I love the names
people come up with!
Without Ifish, I'd know neither of them.
I was supposed to meet them at 7, but I accidentally slept in. I finally
pulled up at the doc, a little after 8. What a beautiful day on the river!
By nine, I was pulling layers off until I sat with my sun shirt on a windless
morning on a glassy bay. Sunshine warm enough for sun bathing, and fishing,
too? Now that is a rare and special combo on the coast! I've seen it so
Blind Chicken had me in hysterics. He is one animated and funny guy. I have
to tell you, I was so sleepy as I first entered the boat, that his non stop
energetic comedy line was a little intimidating, but before long, I was
staggering with laughter.
In fact, when I finally decided to call it quits, it was a challenge to
walk the dock and not fall in! I was doubled over with laughter!
Fish? What fish? There were no fish in that bay! We all decided that with
such beautiful weather and such great company, we needed no fish! They would
just interrupt our good times.
We discussed extremely heavy subjects like ebay addiction. I now buy everything
there. Even my milk, bread, and eggs.
I stayed for only an hour and a half, but I had a great time. I can't move
my neck, now. I have to finally admit that fishing with even a 4 oz. weight,
pulling spinners, I get sore. I have to learn to rotate pulling herring,
where I can put my rod in the holder, and pulling spinners.
I adore holding my fishing rod, though, and feeling the "thump, thump,
thump" of a perfectly working spinner. I love the anticipation of a
slack bite. It's just so much more fun to feel the bite. Who wants to just
see it in the rod holder? It's what I live for!
So, I'm trying to see if there is any chance I could find a sports fitness
expert to teach me exercises that would help me be stronger. Short periods
of holding a rod shouldn't do this to me! Doesn't that seem cruel and unfair?
That the thing I enjoy most in life hurts? I don't know, but the irony almost
makes me laugh.
I just sent off dinner to my son, &roo. Now, I have to e mail instructions
on how to prepare it.
Stan Fagerstrom sent me a wonderful book, "The Purpose Driven Life."
I am enjoying it thoroughly! The only problem is that you are only to read
one chapter a day, and I'm having trouble with that!!!
What a beautiful day it is! Now, get out there and enjoy it!
Oh! By the way-- I did some testing with the Wolfgang Puck
self heating coffees. I bought the "Rich Espresso Latte". The
link is here.
I found this
link interesting
, also!
I can see that having these in the drift boat for emergencies would be worth
having. They are heavy! Mine tastes a bit like hot instant breakfast or
something, but hot is the key word, here. It is hot!
The minerals inside cause an exothermic reaction.
They are a bit on the expensive side. I only wonder if I would keep putting
off opening it, if only because of the cost! No more than a latte at a drive
through, but still... 2.50 a can seems like enough to put me off opening


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