Fishing The Coast, Oregon
hunting for Springers
...and I missed it! I didn't write on May Day!
Yes. It's time for the springer pic, above. I'll never get
tired of looking at that picture and remembering the days. Oh, what fun!
Bill got out the boat, yesterday to do a clean up before the season. It's
now out in the driveway, rarin' to go!
It felt good and so familiar to be out on Tillamook
Bay, again. Everything took place as normal after I recovered
from a ramp mishap. Everything was normal except that the sun
was shining. There wasn't a breath of wind, until about noon.
That's about par for the course, when you are out on the bay on
a nice day. The wind normally kicks up about 11 or so, and that
pretty much means the end of the fishing trip.
What else was pretty normal is that we didn't catch a thing. You
have to put in your time, while springer fishing, and although
it's always a dream to catch that big, beautiful springer, I didn't
really expect to.
During the trip, I played with a fairly new ap called periscope
on my iphone.
Here is one of our fishing
Oh! This is funny. My first periscope ever was playing the piano. It's
here. I liked that one! I got so into playing the piano, that
I totally forgot I was on camera!
Back to fishing...
Since my eyesight thing, where I had a choroidal hemorrhage, my
eyesight isn't as good as it once was. I'm thankful to have eyesight
at all, but I had trouble, yesterday, seeing the water line, and
how far I was backed into the water.
I have always felt pride in my skill of backing the trailer in.
Those who read my column know this. But, yesterday, I think I
lost most of my confidence in one fell swoop.
The entire thing reminded me of the first date I had with Bill
That fateful day, we were fishing the North Fork Nehalem with
Jim Erickson, and my steelhead hook impaled itself into Bill's
waders. (Wasn't my fault. It did it all by itself! LOL) Bill yelled
Bill has a very quick temper. He's quick to yell at me, and then
quick to get over it. Thing is, he expects me to get over it,
I mean, he really yelled at me! I nearly died inside, and spent
much of the rest of the trip, trying to hide tears. I felt awful.
Well, yesterday I goofed. I backed the trailer too far into the
water. I spent much of my trip, trying to get over it. Bill told
me to "get over it". It would have helped to hear he
was sorry for yelling at me, but Bill doesn't do that.
It was the first time in all of 15 years of backing the trailer
successfully, that I goofed.
I barely heard him from inside the truck, but while I was backing,
slowly and carefully, I heard "NO! NO!!!!"
So, of course I stopped. But, I stopped too late. Bill and the
boat floated off the trailer and into the water.
The ramp was full of big scary fishermen who all gazed at me like
I was an idiot woman.
They helped Bill to the ramp, and I felt evil eyes gazing at me
from every boat, every Helly Hanson dressed fisherman near and
I was the object of Bill's anger and no one doubted I was a complete
fool. I was "that" woman that can't back a trailer.
I really didn't think it was any huge deal, but from the stares
of the fishermen, and the very ticked off expletives that came
next, I knew.
Bill was MAD! Really, really mad!
I spent the first while in the boat, fishing, with my head down.
With tears. With defeat.
I didn't want to be there AT ALL. I wanted to go home. But, I
was stuck there, and good thing, really. You can't stay unhappy
while out on the bay.
After Bill told me to get over it, like he usually does, I got
over it. There was no apology, like I thought there should be,
but deep down in my heart, I knew it would be OK. Some how..
I mean, after all, we have been 'getting over it' for nearly 20
Twenty years and many, many salmon later!
Happy Mother's Day!
I keep hearing the talk this year about how hard Mother's Day can be for some people.
I guess so. I guess, actually, all Holidays can be difficult. Funny, or maybe not so funny- but strange, how things that are meant to be nice for people... like all Holidays are, can have an opposite reaction.
I think that's where we need to take responsibility for our reactions, and learn to appreciate the Holidays, regardless of personal relationships or past experience.
Learn to take good care of yourself! If we know something upcoming might be difficult, treat ourselves with love and appreciation and tenderness!
If you have recently lost your Mother, or maybe if you have suffered a miscarriage, or lost a child, be good to yourself, today!
Even if nothing is particularly wrong, celebrate the Mother in you!
People let people down. It's a fact. But, if you stop depending on them for your everything, then you alone can treat yourself like you want to be treated! Celebrate like you want someone else to celebrate you!
I woke up this morning to dirty dishes in the sink. I don't like that on any day, let alone on Mother's Day! Immediately, I wanted to take pity on me. "Happy Mother's Day" I wanted to grumble to myself. Then, I started to wander off in my mind to my recently lost son... Oh, boy! I could have had a pity party, deluxe!
I stopped myself, as stared out the window at the birds, lighting on my half empty feeders. I turned on the hot water, and began to scrub the dishes, perhaps a little too hard.
I could have mumbled, "Happy Mother's Day" in a disappointed voice that would stir my son from his sleep. But, I didn't! I stopped myself. After all, if I were to have started the day like that, I would have put a dent in any other positive things that David might have in store.
After all, David always means well!
I decided right then and there, that I wasn't going to depend on anyone else to make my Mother's Day a success. I actually started giggling about the expectations we have, for these 'Hallmark' Holidays. Expectations, indeed! That's why Holidays are so hard!
Let's lower our expectations and enjoy Holidays as if they are new, each year.
I have over 50 years of memories of Mother's Day! I have visions in my head of picking out a little gift at Parson's Drug Store in Canby for my Mom. My sister Teri would make French Breakfast puffs in the morning, and we'd all wait for my Mom to get up and enjoy everything the kids in my family had for her.
But, my Mom is gone. Yet, another "excuse" for a pity party. Oh, we can think of all the bad things, can't we?
Instead, I'm going to try to be appreciative of what I once had. I was so lucky! I'm going to celebrate those good memories, and who made me who I am, today!
I amped myself up good for Mother's Day, this year.
It is coming up on five years since my son Andrew passed away. Wow! That's a long time to hold back tears! But, I have not been able to cry since the long spell of crying I did, at the time of his death. I think I used up years worth of tears in 2012. And, for some reason, even if I felt like crying in the years since, I haven't been able to! It's so weird, and oddly uncomfortable to not be able to cry.
But, the other day, someone said something to me that made me cry. Isn't it funny that 100's of people can say nice things about us and yet we react to the few things that someone says, that hurt of feelers?
Yep. I took that one thing someone said and made it HUGE.
Bill came up the stairs that evening, and found sobbing. "What's wrong?" Instead of sharing the silly thing that originally brought tears, I sobbed. "I miss my Dad!" And I did! That brought on a new wave of tears! I changed my focus from those original thoughtless words, and began to sob and sup-sup over one thing after another. "I miss my Dad!" and then it went on to "I miss my Mom!" and then to Andrew, and then it seemed to snowball! I think I cried for an hour, straight!
It felt awful and wonderful at the same time.
The next day, I almost felt hung over. I sure was dehydrated, if nothing else! I think I lost most of my body weight in fluids! My pillow was absolutely soaked! Five years of tears in one hour is a lot!
Perhaps that is why I'm having such a healthy outlook on Mother's Day this year. I have reason to be sad, sure, but I've already spent those tears.
Today, I'm going to be good to me. I'm going to take a hot tub in the middle of the day. I'm going to pretend it is sunny outside, instead of rainy. I'm going to look at my scrubbed dishes and sink, and pretend I don't know who was so thoughtful as to leave it like that for me? Tee hee.
I did those dishes. We all know that. But, I can still appreciate it!
So, Happy Mother's Day! No matter who does the dishes!
And now, I'm going to go make French Breakfast puffs. YUM!
Weird. I haven't been able to think what to write about, and that is never my problem! Is this what they call writers block? Nope. Because I'm not really a writer!
When I used to have this problem, I'd just write a letter to my long lost Grandma, whom I loved, and who praised me for my writing abilities. (Even though I'm not a writer!) She just loved getting letters, I think!
I feel funny writing here, I think. I haven't fished lately. Oh, wait! I did once! I went to Memaloose with Bill. We had a great time, but we didn't catch anything. It was really nice, though, doing our old routing. Everything went smoothly, and all was normal. (Including not catching!)
So, Willie and I are heading out, early this morning to the coast. I have been in Oregon City for a bit, trying to do all my medical appointments, which is why I'm here- and catching up on my gardening.
I told my son, David and my roommate, Tammy, that if they want a garden, this year, it's up to them.
But, somehow, I'm doing it again. Maybe half heartedly, due to available time, but I can't stand to see all those beautiful raised beds, with nothing going on!
My asparagus is 3 feet high at Oregon City, and barely poking out at the coast. That just goes to show you the difference! I can't believe it. I was taking Willie for a walk yesterday when I came upon a cherry tree full to the brim of cherries! Our cherry tree never produces, so I was surprised when I came home to take a closer look at ours (Actually our neighbors) and it was also full! I wonder if we'll get cherries! So excited!
So, when I passed cherries on sale for 2.49 at Freddies, I had to buy them! Yum!
My rhubarb is looking healthy, but it bolted very early on. Does that ruin things? Anyone know? I'd never seen a rhubarb bolt. A stalk, four feet high burst from the center. It was the oddest looking thing, with a big flower type thing on top. I broke it off and threw it away and now it's growing normally. I'll have to do some reading on that.
OK... I did right. Read this, if you are interested. I did cut my flower stalk, but now I'm a bit upset about it. I guess the flowers are gorgeous! What would I rather have? Beauty or taste? BOTH! LOL. Oh well, I'll flower another year! I've never seen rhubarb flowers for sale, though. Have you? They look gorgeous on that page.
I have really bad soil, here. It's so filled with clay, that it's really hard to dig in, and water just pools on top. When I first bought this home, I bought three blueberry plants. two have died, and one is still living. It's been five years, and it's planted in clay. Finally, I have blueberries! Hahaha. What a waste of time, huh? But, still, I'm proud of those darn blueberries! All 15 of them!
Will the decisions about what to plant, and how much to plant, ever end? Why do I always have too many zucchini, not enough crookneck, or the exact opposite? So, this year, i have ONE zucchini, and three crooks. I have this feeling that the one zuch is going to die. Just because it's all I have. The neighbors better darn well plant enough for me!
Well, look at that, will you? I wrote! Maybe it's not suitable for a fishing page, but hey... with fishing the way that it is, not everyone can be getting into fish. So, here's Jennie, telling you about how her garden grows!
Wish me safety on my way to the coast. I'm sure glad I didn't go yesterday. There was a fatal accident, just about the time I would have left. My friend went to the coast, and was 10 cars or so, behind the accident. I was worried sick about her, until she called. She was turned around, and had to go 26 to Cannon Beach, instead. Whew. So scary driving those coastal routes! Be safe out there!
Love you all, despite my lack of being the friendly fishing girl. I still read about it on ifish, and my love for fish goes on, just as before.
Can you even believe it is almost June?
I don't even have any tomatoes planted. They say not to worry,
but... it's almost June! Yes. Things are late, this year, but...
man! it's nearly June!
Oh! And I already saw Fourth of July decorations at Fred Meyers!
If it weren't for the stores, I'd never realize that Holidays
are coming! I think I'm going to stop going to stores, and just
shop on Amazon. You don't see all those decorations on web sites,
until it's darn well time for them! THE DAY OF. I like that!
I stopped off at the Trask 101 ramp and talked to a fisher and
he said not only did he not catch fish, but that no one is fishing.
At least, on the upper rivers. I do see people on the bay and
at Memaloose, but it seems like there aren't as many.
It's just a strange year, out there!
The fisher on the Trask recognized me! Made me laugh. "Are
you Jennie?" I don't get that much, any more. I used to
get that a lot, but now I'm mostly just anybody.
Let me tell you something weird about me. When I was recognizable
and when ifish was at its peak, I'd get a little paranoid! So
far, to the point that if someone came to my door, I'd want
to hide under my desk!
I really did have people drive down my driveway to meet me!
Sometimes they'd bring gifts or what not, and sometimes just
to say hi.
I've always been one to like my solitude, and being recognized
was really strange for me.
I like my life on the Kilchis, where there are no people, and
I can run around naked, if I wanted to! (PS. I don't!)
But, now, it's kind of nice when someone recognizes me! Even
though I didn't like it, much, to be in the lime light, and
it was somewhat overwhelming to me, now that I am not, it makes
me appreciate what I've done with ifish.
It makes me understand how on a much larger scale, movie stars
and musicians that are really and truly famous, must feel.
So... back to my solitary life on the Kilchis... I'm excited
to flip a fly out on the river a bit. I haven't gotten things
ready, yet, but I think that's what I'm going to do, today.
Go thru my vest, pick out some nice flies, and flip them around.
It always takes a bit to get my cast back, but it's like riding
a bike. You never forget!
I think back and giggle about the days I spent learning to cast
a fly. I was so determined! I put a cd in my computer and would
watch a little, then go out to the yard and practice what I
The wind has been picking up in the early afternoon, so I should
be out there, now. It settles in the evening, so maybe I'll
go out, tonight.
Willie, my springer spaniel gets a little miffed when I'm fishing
and not paying attention to his every move, but oh well. Mom
deserves some fun, too.
I sure hope I can tie the fly onto that tiny leader.
I miss my eyesight so much. There are so many things I enjoy
doing, that I haven't been doing as much of, due to my lack
of eyesight. It's kind of stifled some of the joy in my life.
I was walking on the river last evening, and I couldn't find
a darn agate, anywhere. Then, I squatted down a bit, and there
they were. Right in front of me, but hiding from my bad vision.
My heart fell. How many things am I missing?
Bill mentioned the other day that he felt I wasn't as interested
in birds, these days. That's not the case! I just can't see them like I once did!
Get this. While I was in Fred Meyers, I was shopping for hand
lotion. A very tall man next to me, said, "Ma'am? Could
you help me?" He needed me to read the ingredients on a
type of lotion! Imagine that! He asked ME to use MY vision because
his wasn't good! Teehee. I was so glad to be able to help! I
could read something he couldn't? Oh, no way! I giggled all
the way home. If he only knew. I was so tempted to tell him
about my 18 eye surgeries, but I zipped my lips.
I wonder if he noticed that while I read, the bottle was an
inch from my face!
I ended up having the nicest conversation with him. He was a
commercial fisherman that spent his life fishing Bristol Bay.
I asked him what kind of fishing.. "Like Deadliest Catch?"
and he told me that he "knew all those guys..." So
I find this happening so much in my life. God puts me in the
tracks of all the people I want to know most in my life!
Fishing people rock!
I told him about ifish, and told him that if he's on the internet,
to go check it out!
So, if you are that guy I met in the store and you are reading
this... ask me sometime about my 18 eye surgeries, and how I
can't see any better than you probably can! LOL.
And.. by the way, it was very nice to meet you! Go to the discussion
board and join in on the conversation!
If you need
help logging in, ask me!
Funny how your thoughts don't work in the morning,
pre caffeine. I just had that leaned over- mouth half open-
tip of tongue showing a bit, thought that made me stop in my
There I was, just minutes ago, not fully awake and my taste
buds craving my first sip of coffee. It's like I left what we
know as the world, today as my thoughts wandered.
Who would take care of Willie, should I pass? How badly do dogs
hurt when their owners pass? It took me away... away back to
when my Mom passed.
I remembered back in my half REM state, to 1980 something. My
Mom had a dog who was her everything. Everyone should have a
dog that is their everything. It was a springer, like Willie.
We always had spaniels.
But, without that magical black liquid that stared back at me,
I couldn't recall the dogs name! Drink, Jennie, drink! Instead,
the more I thought, the more I nearly fell into my cup.
It was way back then, that I learned how much dogs hurt.
When my Mom passed, she was in her bed, with her dog laying
on her legs, as normal. But, when she passed, the dog got up
from the bed, through the bathroom, and went outside and vomited.
Tell me that dogs don't hurt.
I thought thru this with my mouth a bit more open and my tongue
nearly tipping into the coffee. I must look very attractive
at this point in the morning!
With some of the details unclear, I thought to myself, "Well,
self, I'll just google it."
Finally, I broke the stare stance. I took a sip of coffee, and
with that, I had a breakthrough!
Wait. One. Minute. I can't google family history! What was I thinking? No one writes down your family history
in Wikipedia or any other google-pedia unless someone writes
it on an internet-pedia!
We think we are so smart, these days, that we can look up just
about anything on the Internet, and become an expert. But, the
most important things in life are our memories, our history,
our heritage! And it's absent!
People! Write things down before it's too late! I don't care
if it's on the internet, or on an old notebook from high school. WRITE IT DOWN! Record your history!
Someone will appreciate it more than you'll ever know!
There are still some details I can't recall, so later I'm going
to call my sister Teri. She is the family-pedia! Do you have
a "Teri" in your family? One that knows everything
about your family history? I'm so thankful for her memory!
And with that, I'm going to drink the rest of my coffee, and
get to work!