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Fishing The Coast, Oregon and Washington


June
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I love purple wild
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June 6, 2014
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back'

Rainer Maria Rilke


June 9, 2014

The Bounty on The Bay was loads of fun, as always, but most
of the people got a good case of windburn. Everyone was asking where the wind
burn lotion was. People joined together for dinner with bright red painful
faces!

There were six fish caught, out of all that wind! Fishing was difficult for
most, due to the weather.

Bill and I had the little duck boat, so we ducked into the Trask at the head
of Memaloose, and trolled up to the piling hole, to get out of the wind. There
was one boat there, bobber fishing, and they hadn't had any takes.

It was kind of fun exploring. I didn't feel that old "I'm going to catch
a fish with every cast!" feeling. I felt, "This is fun exploring!"
and that's about all!

It was just so windy, and by the time we hit Memaloose again, man oh man,
the wind was ripping! Great big ocean swells with white caps! Our little duck
boat was like the little engine that could! It was one of those rides where
you get splashed by the landing of each swell. Brrr!

We made it back safely, oh... two hours after we put in?!?

Then, we went on a drive by to each fishing hole. It was amazing to find Garibaldi
bay was flatter than Memaloose! There were several boats, battling the wind,
and doing alright out there! I almost wished we had taken our little boat
out by the jetty!

Dinner was divine, and it is always fun to visit with everyone!

I'll go again in a heart beat. I just love that little tournament! So much
fun!

June 6, 2014
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no
holding back'

Rainer Maria Rilke


Let's try this, again!
This weekend. This VERY weekend is "Bounty
on the Bay!
" See? It says June 6th!!! Today matches that date! Whoo
hooo! If you don't understand what I'm saying, read my last writing! I'm still
giggling about it!

The tournament of course is in Tillamook. Uh oh! I'm in Oregon City! I guess
we are not pre fishing, nor pre report hunting! I guess we'll wing it!

I have to pick strawberries before I go, take Willie for a walk, take a shower,
pack, and go. How do people do it? Life, I mean! This is just normal life,
right? And it stresses me out, lately! I don't know if it's because I don't
move as fast, or what. But, I just can't keep up!

I make these lists sometimes at night, at about the point I am totally exhausted
and stressed out. I take that to be bed time, so everything that's left over
in my mind, I write down. It's not even things that are just left over. Sometimes,
when it nears bedtime, I actually create tragedies or awful scenarios that
"might" happen, (and rarely do!).

For example, "Oh no! What if I forgot to write down my last trip to Safeway
and I'm overdrawn at the bank?!" Or, "Did I forget my dentist appointment?"
So then I write down "Check finances", or "Check calendar."

Then, I'm free to go to bed in relative peace. Or, in a state of relief from
that stress, since I wrote it down and deposited in on paper, I feel able
to watch too much television or read too many pages in a book. Perhaps take
a hot tub with my roommate and giggle too much. Then, before I know it, it's
late, and I don't get enough sleep. I just wish I didn't love life quite so
much. I just want to do everything, all the time, and there simply isn't enough
time!

So, here I am, writing on ifish instead of doing my worry list from last night!
Last night, I panicked about these things, and this morning they don't mean
a thing to me. They don't bother me in the least! Isn't that funny, how when
you are tired that things are exaggerated so much to the negative?

Actually, though, two of the things on my list were to write here, and to
find a new feature article for the right hand column over there.

Clamming! That sounds so fun! I think I'll add that to my "worries to
do" list, tonight! LOL

Why on earth didn't I wonder the night before the "Bounty on the Bay"
if it was actually on that date!? The things that really should worry me,
I either don't realize, or forget about, anyhow!

A week off. That's what I need! A week to just watch the birds, or play with
Willie, or fish daily with Bill. What happened to those days? I keep remembering
back to this month of madness I had, and wrote about in my journal. I had
things to do, and I just didn't do them, and instead, woke in the morning,
and Bill and I left to fish! The fishing was red hot, and we just had no qualms
about fishing! We just WENT! I remember writing in my column about all I had
to do, but that I wasn't going to do it! So fun! I love the rebel in me!

I mean, truly... what is the worst that could happen if I didn't do anything
on my list of "to do". What if I didn't pick the strawberries, didn't
take Willie on a walk, didn't pack, and instead, just got in the car and drove
to the coast to go fishing, instead??

You know. I think I'm going to do that! Somehow, just the thought of it makes
me feel young and free! Willie, let's go!

Oh, wait!
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News! News!
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I have to tell you the news!

Remember me writing about Ruger- the adorable Springer pup, and how I wanted
him so badly? Better be careful what you pray for!

I wrote about it, and the owner of McCormick Springers saw it, and she told
me she was having trouble with her web site. I told her I could help her,
and she said that if I would, she would GIVE me... GIVE me Ruger's brother.
OH. MY. WORD.

Another Springer?! Could I afford another springer? Even a free one? Would
Willie accept another pup? Oh. My. Word.

Now, that is something to write down on my worry list! My first reaction was
a serious jaw drop. My second was excitement, and my third and remaining reaction,
WORRY!

I want a new puppy like mad.

I will help her with her web site no matter what, but it scares me to death
to come anywhere near those puppies because if I were to hold one, even hear
one whimper, it would be mine all mine forever more. The fact is, I cannot
in any way afford a new puppy! But, I could just not eat or buy groceries,
and instead, buy dog food and pay vet bills. I could!

I have not decided what in the WORLD to do.

Stay tuned!

June 9, 2014

The Bounty on The Bay was loads of fun, as always, but most
of the people got a good case of windburn. Everyone was asking where the wind
burn lotion was. People joined together for dinner with bright red painful
faces!

There were six fish caught, out of all that wind! Fishing was difficult for
most, due to the weather.

Bill and I had the little duck boat, so we ducked into the Trask at the head
of Memaloose, and trolled up to the piling hole, to get out of the wind. There
was one boat there, bobber fishing, and they hadn't had any takes.

It was kind of fun exploring. I didn't feel that old "I'm going to catch
a fish with every cast!" feeling. I felt, "This is fun exploring!"
and that's about all!

It was just so windy, and by the time we hit Memaloose again, man oh man,
the wind was ripping! Great big ocean swells with white caps! Our little duck
boat was like the little engine that could! It was one of those rides where
you get splashed by the landing of each swell. Brrr!

We made it back safely, oh... two hours after we put in?!?

Then, we went on a drive by to each fishing hole. It was amazing to find Garibaldi
bay was flatter than Memaloose! There were several boats, battling the wind,
and doing alright out there! I almost wished we had taken our little boat
out by the jetty!

Dinner was divine, and it is always fun to visit with everyone!

I'll go again in a heart beat. I just love that little tournament! So much
fun!

June 13, 2014

It's so hard to get on schedule, when I'm moving back and forth
from house to house. I'm longing for just one home, lately. As soon as I get
settled, it's time to pack up, again. I can't do this forever!

I remember back when I was going to do this. I was so excited and many of
my friends said, "Oh! I couldn't do that!" You know what? I get
it!

I stay here in Oregon City and I miss Bill. I move to see Bill and I miss
David. There is no solution, except that I'm supposed to be moving away from
my son as he grows more independent. Who says!?! I like my son! But, then
again, I would be so happy for him if he had his own little family to love
him. Because, when I go, who will he have? The selfish part of me wants to
be besties with David, but I do know better. I do!

We have had this joke for many years, that he needs to find a girlfriend that
I can bother to braid her hair. Every girl he's ever mentioned in his lifetime,
my first question is, jokingly, "But, can I braid her hair?"

I always wanted to have a girl when I was having babies. I wanted to foof
and fluff, do her hair, and dress her up in frilly clothes.

Well, it's one of those damp mornings that feel natural to go down into tidewater
and fish for cutthroat. What do you do here in the city, when it's like this?

The one time that Tammy and I took trout rods up to the Estacada area, the
weather was like this. Maybe that's what I should do! Still, it seems most
natural to drive to the coast, get Bill and go cutthroat fishing and tidal
exploring. I love the tidewater Kilchis. It's lush and green and when the
fishing is hot, it is red hot! Giggle fishing, indeed!

It's so nice to have a fishing guide, too. That way, when I get tired of staring
at the tip of my rod, I can lean over the side of the boat, and stare into
the depths of the water. I love the bottom of the Kilchis river! I've seen
beaver, down there. Or some kind of swimming animal. It may have been a mink
or a weasel? But, I think it was a beaver. I just love the watery depths and
the under structure. It makes fishing so much more fun when you can imagine
what is down there, and how to fish it!

The same as in summer time, when the dogs and I wet wade. Many times I get
confused, whether to watch what I'm walking in, or to fish!

It just seems like I know a secret when I study the structure of the river
in the summer, so that I know how to fish it in the winter! I mean, sure,
things change in the winter; with the strong currents and floods, but you
at least have an idea. Get out there, next hot day, and just wet wade your
winter fishing spots. You'll learn a bunch!

Today is not that day, however. It's wet, and damp and chill. It's a day for
sweatshirts and boat rides down into tide water. It's a day to watch the trees,
to see if you can spot a Western Tanager! It's a grand day to stare into the
depths and find huge old growth trees, lying in their graves, wondering what
it is that they saw, in their days! It's just magical, down there.

The wild at the bottom of the river tell tales that we read about in books,
and tell stories that have never been written!

June 18, 2014

I feel awful. I wanted to do something nice for a lady that
has a Springer Spaniel breeding facility. I just liked her so much. I talked
about her puppies, before. Remember Ruger? Remember the free puppy?

Well, I decided I couldn't handle another pup, but I did decide to help her,
anyhow.

Well, turns out she wanted her old site just fixed, and not a new one. I could
do a new one.

I spent hours trying to fix her old site, and I just flat out failed. I can't
figure out the coding, or what wysiwig they used, so I just gave up.

Giving up never feels good. At least, it doesn't to me. I failed. I just can't
do it. That's an awful way to feel!

I am not very familiar with "I can't!" But... I can't!

I mean, there are lots of things that I know I can't do, but I thought surely
I could do this! I've been doing this type of work for 15 years! But, I can't
do it! Pheh!

I'm going to go mow the lawn. I can do that.

June 22, 2014

It's a grand day for hummers. (Hummingbirds!) They are everywhere!

We've had such a poor year for hummies, that it's so good to see a few of
them, anyhow! Remember these years? I sure do! This, from 2006:

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How refreshing to recall the days of hummingbirds and butterflies!
I miss those days! Man, oh man I sound old, but may I, just once, (I promised
I would never utter these words and sound old!) say, "What is going on
with this world?"

Every time I see a monarch butterfly, which isn't too often, I get saddened
by GMO's and the fact that Monsanto
doesn't care
if they kill them all.

I used to always have such wonder about the world that I lived in.

Hummingbirds
, everywhere!

Goldfinch!


Purple finch!


Band tailed Pigeons!


I so hope that this is a passing phase, because it's affecting my writing.
Words used to flow out of me with wonder and innocence about the world, but
I think I've been a bit damaged by the shootings, the politics, the fighting
on the board... just... stuff!

The other day when I heard about the last school shooting, it really affected
me. I sat down with Bill, held his hand and cried. I was depressed for a week
about that. Still am! And then, I heard about the boat sinking, and my heart
sunk with it.

The bad things in the world are infectious. They are!

But you know what? So are the good things.

Where I grew up, we weren't allowed to say the word "butt." It was
a 'bad' word. When I'd hear it, my ears would cringe. (Yes, ears do cringe!)
It sounded harsh, ugly, and dirty. But, no longer! I'm used to it, now. It's
what people call their behinder sides! I even catch myself saying it, sometimes!

Not everyone has lost that sense of good and bad in my family, either. Somehow,
my sister managed to raise her two kids maintaining the original cringe!

I was getting my hair done by Allison, (my darling niece) and I said one of
those casually used forbidden words without even thinking!

I blame it on my two boys, too!

Anyhow, she stopped a bit, and said, "Oh! How lovely!" in a sweetly
sarcastic voice. Took me a minute, even, to realize that the word had made
her ears cringe!

How refreshing to have kids that have ears that still cringe! I decided, then
and there that I wasn't going to say those words anymore! If you can't join
them, then beat them! Kids be darned! And how did I manage to raise them,
and let them speak that way, anyhow!? If I can't change my remaining son,
then by golly, I'm at least not going to join him!

No more butts for me! That's my "hiney" as my Mom had us call it!
And what hides under girls shirts... the word she had for that? I have never
heard anyone else in the world call them. What are "PQ'S"?! That's
what she had us call them!!! No kidding! What in the world!? But, that is
what they were! PQ's!!!

My casual acceptance of new and more harsh words is not only due to having
boys around, (my kids), but it's having to moderate and read the board. The
people of the board of ifish; those big, rough, tough, 'fishermen', I guess,
have turned me from my modest self, to a woman that hears fishing talk, daily.
It's not everyone, mind you, but there are some! That's not always a good
thing! I've even let up a bit, and taken some of those commonly used 'rough'
words off of the censored list!

All because I got so tired of hearing them argue with me about it. "Jennie!!!
They say that word on television, for Gosh sakes!" (And they don't use
the word 'Gosh'!)

I always prided myself regarding ifish, saying that we were a step above television.
I finally caved in, though. They won.

Every once and a while, I still giggle when I edit a harsh word from their
posted version to "hiney" or replace a cringe-worthy word to "petunias".
I just have so much fun with that! If they see it, and it makes them a bit
embarrassed, well, good! Just good!

I say to them, "Please try to speak on ifish as you would speak to your
children, or your Grandmother." Was I ever shocked when a man posted
a most vulgar joke/poem on ifish, and I removed it. When we later discussed
it, he told me that he talks that way to his Grandmother all the time! What?!
What is happening to this world!?! Oh, my word!

I like having ears that cringe. I want them back, please.

I'll take that, with a side of wonder, and for dessert, I'll have the hummingbirds,
the goldfinch, and a few banned tailed pigeons, please!

And, tomorrow, I'll take some cutthroat fishing down in tide water, and some
tiny purple flowers on a moss covered log.

I just want back all the wonder of the world that I used to see with "mine
eyes", and by golly, I'm just going to sit on my hiney and smile about
it all, again!

Goodness and wonder are still out there, and I'm going to find it!

June 24, 2014

When I used to get a writing block, I'd sit down and just pretend
I was writing to my Grandma. My Grandma always loved my writing and she loved
my letters. So, here's my latest letter to Grandma. God rest her soul. No
wait. She NEVER rested! She's up in Heaven in her room prepared just for her,
with gardens and flowers and her herd of heifers!

-
Dear Grandma,

You have no idea how much I miss driving the lane up to your house. The driveway
off of that busy hiway cut abruptly off of the busy traffic, and quickly turns
to a garden of peace and serenity.

I loved how the towering rhodies bursting with flowers instantly greeted us!
On the other side, the shaded filbert orchard grew, mysterious and dark. Each
year, those trees got less and less attention.

Tiny primroses and pansies danced alongside the gravel and dirt road, and
led up to the shade of your huge willow tree that shaded and surrounded the
watering well. I can still hear the tires of our old station wagon, crackle
with each rock we'd hit.

Remember when that well still had water in it, and we'd drop pennies and wait
for the sound of the coin hitting water?

Where's Grandma? There she is! You were always hunched over in your knee length
dresses, digging a plant out of that amazingly dark, fertile soil, or weeding
a flower garden, or perhaps picking some kind of produce for me to take home
with me! Oh, yum! Nothing better than Grandma's garden!

Pear season was my favorite, and sometimes, even now, I drive by, see if the
renters are there in your (their?) house, and if not, I'll drive up that same
driveway, ,my car tires still crunching that gravel, that untended dark orchard
still standing... and I'll pick some pears to take home with me!- I always
wonder if you are watching, or if you know I'm there. I think so!
Yay! It still works!

Words come out so much easier. Words flow when I think of writing to someone
I love! Memories come flooding back and they tap into that innocence and wonder
in life that I'm missing, lately!

Yesterday, God actually helped me tap into it, all by myself.

It all started with the breath taking discovery of this beautiful cactus flower!
This gorgeous piece of art grew on a pretty miserable looking, dusty old cactus
that I've taken care of for Bill, for over 15 years. Never has it done anything
but take up space and gather spider webs!

It was his Mother's plant. Frankly, it's... ugly! I always wondered why we
kept it. But, I faithfully watered and cared for it through the seasons and
years.

Yesterday, for the first time. I found out why!

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I was stunned! And there are more blossoms to come! They are
everywhere! Is it because I started a starter plant next to it, of the same
kind? I don't know what caused it to bloom! But, it's amazing!

The color is florescent! There are probably 20 blooms on the branches! I am
just floored! I couldn't wait till Bill got home from town to show him! Bill
was floored, too! He didn't much care for this sprawling, pretty-darn-ugly
plant, either! It's the story of the ugly duckling, right here in our home!

The day that followed was full of wonder. I'm so thankful for everything that
God showed me, to prove that there is still good and beauty and wonder in
life.

My blueberries are getting ripe! There are tiny purple wild flowers against
soft green mosses that light up the grayest of days! So many miracles in one
day!

While canoeing, a steelhead shot by in the 10 foot depths of the clear, cold
Kilchis river!

All in all, I was stunned by yesterday in the Kilchis River valley.

I think that living in Oregon City, I forget what this beautiful land has
to offer, and when I discover it again, it's all new to me!

June 25, 2014

Revvie (the black lab) is Bill's dog. Once upon a time, a long
time ago, Revvie came to live with us. She was under a year old when she arrived.

Papered and pedigreed with champion lines, she was the apple of Bill's imagination.

When she was released from the owners truck, it was like he had released a
tornado from a crate.

She exploded out onto the lawn and knocked Bill to the ground as I ran to
the porch for safety.

She was a wag-tailed cyclone in constant motion.

I said to Bill. "This isn't the dog for us."

Rinse, repeat.

"This isn't the dog for us!"

Bill had just gone through the exhausting and heart breaking loss of our previous
black lab, "Dee Dee" and I could tell by the glazed over look in
Bill's eyes, this indeed was going to be the dog for us.

We kept her.

Revvie was our new dog.

Revvie could jump straight up and down. I mean, five feet in the air! She
had no clue what stairs were. She had never been in a home. That meant hours
of potty and manners training.

She had what is lovingly called "fire". Oh, man, and we could not
douse the flames! It took years!

Now, I love dogs. But, it was no secret. I did not care much for Revvie. This
meant that Revvie spent hours and hours, (and years and years!) trying to
figure out how to get my attention and love. She simply did not know how.
She was bound and determined, though, to figure it out.

As the years passed, the fire was doused bit by bit. She became the dog of
our desires, at long last. She parks herself by Bill's feet, and lies there,
adoringly. She gets up to follow her master everywhere.

Revvie is a great hunting partner for Bill, retrieving well, and enjoying
the sport with all she has.

Rev is to the point that worries us, though. She's a little too little fire,
and you can tell that her age is catching up with her.

She gets up slowly in the morning, instead of bounding down the stairs. She
refuses to go out, first thing with Willie, and instead, stays behind, knowing
that her morning treat is priority!

After years and years of trying to win my love, I suppose it is now habit,
rather than necessity. She has got to know that I adore her, now, but yet...
I think its engrained in her to try and make me love her, anyhow. She gets
SO excited when I pay attention to her, even now that she gets my attention
on a more than regular basis!

Last night, Willie, Revvie and I went out to do our nightly walk. We walk
every night after dinner. I get a half cup of coffee after dinner, before
it's time to slip on my boots and go.

Dogs know their schedule. They are creatures of habit and can tell time better
than any clock.

Revvie has got to know darn well that when she is wet and dirty, she can't
cuddle up to me. She can tell time, but she can't remember this simple lesson!

I carry a collapsible duck chair with me on walks, as I get tired and have
to sit to rest. I sat to rest, and Revvie came up to me, wet and sandy and
tried to cuddle me. I didn't get to her in time, and darnit, anyhow, the sweatshirt
I had just laundered was all over muddy!

I scolded her. "Revvie!" The disappointment in my tired voice must
have echoed back years of frustrated memories, and poor little Revvie tucked
her tail between her legs, and sheepishly headed for the house.

I felt terrible!

"Revvie! Come back! Revvie, I'm sorry!"

She kept walking. :(

"OK, Revvie. Let me grab a towel, and we'll go back and cuddle.

See, Revvie and I normally cuddle, while Willie runs circles to the songs
that I sing. (Don't even ask!)

I walked across the yard to the mud room with her, and grabbed a towel. You
could see the delight in her eyes, and she followed me back to the duck chair.
She loves to get toweled off. Even when Willie is the only wet and dirty one,
Revvie insists she gets "dried off" also. So cute!

I sat down, and Revvie transformed to to eight years ago! She was so thrilled
by my constant attention and the fact that I understood her sadness and was
trying to fix it, that she was a puppy, again! A whirling dervish!

Instead of getting dried off, she grabbed that towel with her teeth and decided
to play!

Revvie hasn't played like that in years! (Um, nor had I!) She growled and
grinned and shook her head. She barked and wagged and jumped straight up!

I was laughing with tears of 'happy' streaming down my face. The joy between
us was huge! It was so good to see her young and happy like that!

Pretty soon, Willie caught the happiness, and joined in. All three of us were
tumbling on the freshly mowed lawn, tugging and ripping at the towel! I didn't
even care if I ripped the fairly new towel to shreds! It was worth every moment!

As things cooled and I got too tired to play, I realized the following, as
did she. There is no need, ever again to plea for my attention and love. Still,
out of habit, I think she will make the effort!

Revvie has my heart like no other.

June 26, 2014

Why had she never noticed before how blithesome
the world was, how jocund with love; the birds sang it, the trees whispered
it to her as she passed, the very flowers beneath her feet strewed the way
as for a bridal march.

-- Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner, The Gilded Age , 1873

Dentist, this morning, and even still, I'm happy!

It's kind of fun coming out of a blue period in my life! I need to take note
of this, next time I'm feeling a bit down. It will help me be able to almost
enjoy that feeling, knowing how appreciative I feel, turning it around!

I hear you all are having lots of rain in Portland. The coast here is dry!
Very bizarre! I keep hearing the rain is coming, but it's not here as yet!

Off I go! Nothing much to say. Just had to update a link, and thought I'd
express a little happiness! (A little?! :) )

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