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Thoughts on Fishing...
This
page is dedicated to a portion of the insight gained from being waterside
for 36 years of my 47 years in Natures Big Office. Nature
is an incredibly large office...Have a seat and enjoy!
Fishing
is not just catching, it is the process and all that nature allows us
to be a part of while we are fishing. This thing we call fishing, the
sport we all enjoy immensely, is a learning experience. The sport is a
combination of great things....The dynamics of the river and surrounding
landscapes, the cast, the bugs, the swing, the drift, the flora, fauna
and birds, the camaraderie with others and the solitude of none.
The
knowledge I have gained over the years is a compilation of personal experiences
from leaning over the shoulders of others, trial and error, 10 mile walks,
twenty mile drifts and asking questions. Although I would like to give
myself credit for all the knowledge I have... that would be fairly egotistical.
So with all that said....Help the youngens feel welcome and if you can't
be friendly to the fellow fisher, don't say anything at all
We
suggest you experience being waterside in reality. Make it a point to
visit a different watershed each year while continuing to fish your favorite
home waters on a regular basis.
Jack Mitchell, The Evening Hatch
Below are a couple 'thoughts on fishing' .... more
to come!
#1
- Arteries of the Earth
A
good friend recently told me that river rambling is a worthy pursuit.
It was a validation of my last 20 years. Not that I needed validation,
but somehow it helped qualify my desire, twenty years into the love affair.
Perfect. Clear. Concise.
Passionate endeavors can be misconstrued. I love my work. Is that bad
or good? Most would say that is awesome. If you think it isn't 'a good
thing' to love your work, well then... It is what it is.
Watersheds
are so dynamic, powerful and fragile in the same sentence. The entire
earth depends on water; Flora, fauna, drinking water, spawning beds, rainforests,
shrub steppe, transportation, photosynthesis. It might be a bit overwhelming
to list all factors that watersheds affect especially when sometimes all
I want to do is double spey a fly out into a broad riffle/run. How selfish
is that?
Tailwaters
are wonderful fisheries, but deep in my heart the freestone river is incredibly
special. An unencumbered watershed is more romantic. Simply navigating
the river is inspirational. Now let's cast a fly into likely waters, surmise
the insects of the day and release a wild and possibly indigenous fish
back into the flow. How cool is that?
Cool
stuff at times doesn't come easy and is not without a price. It is easy
to point fingers and accuse everyone else be it the big companies, special
user groups, small companies, and the like for the decline in habitat
our waterways face. With all that said, the problem we face requires a
joint effort from all user groups and we cannot continue to point fingers.
We all have to cast our fly where it counts! - jm
#2
- The Pulse of Nature
The
rain was relentless and the river rose accordingly. The cloud cover was
dense. Thick like a pea soup. The power a river possesses as it cuts and
weaves through the landscape of the earth is truly remarkable. So remarkable
that man has harnessed this power. Who said that was a good idea?
A river like spring gushed out of a basalt wall, liking a bleeding aquifer.
I could only imagine what the headwater streams flowed like as the deluge
continued. Nestled riverside in the trees and enjoying a bit of hot food,
we relaxed watching mother nature sweat as logs and other debris traveled
the artery. It was time to continue down river as the power of this river
looked to be increasing. We boarded the drifter and shoved off.
At this point, the river was not dangerous under the guise of an experienced
oarsman. The water flowed like wonka chocolate. Steep canyon walls of
basalt and orchard like natural groves of scrub oak painted the riverside.The
water lapping against the side of the drifter was almost rhythmic. Therapy
comes in many forms for the open minded individual. There is something
peaceful about a river that is changing. The cloud cover continued its
'rain on the parade' with no end in sight. It seemed as we were the only
ones alive. Not a sole to be seen, nor a road to be heard. Mother nature
has a way of humbling humankind. Man has tirelessly tried to control the
natural dynamics of the earth, ultimately to no avail. There was no controlling
the river we were on as it was swelling from top to bottom. Sheer power
with no on/off switch. Beautiful yet unpredictable. The only taming would
be from the hand of the earth
The landscape was full of wildlife yet they were hidden; tucked away under
a canopy weathering the storm. Brother bear, in his infinite wisdom, was
close to a long sleep. The deer were hunkered and hidden knowing they
were easy targets while their sense of smell compromised. The cougar,
hungry and stealthy, was most definitely on the prowl. The golden eagle
and his bald cousin were drying wings in anticipation of pursuit. And
us, we were floating one of mother earth's arteries surrounded by the
pulse of nature.
Progress was quick. Not like nascar, but resembling a road rally. The
dodging of logs and other debris was becoming a nuisance. The precipitation
lightened for only a short time, only to resume at its previous pace.
This day was not made for photography, yet it was stunning in a gray way.
I felt lucky to witness such an awesome display of nature. It was beautiful.
Not picture like beauty, but life like beauty.
Where does the day go when you are surrounded by natures simple song.
It sails by, as does the hawk; almost surreal. How fortunate we are to
experience life face on. I for one, will never quit.
#3
- River Roads
Have
you ever noticed how time flies (fast) when traveling alongside a river?
No wonder my wife gets a bit nervous when I am driving as my focus tends
to sway from the pavement to the flows and turns of the river.
It is apparent that building roads alongside a river was not the smartest
construction as it impeded the natural progression of the flood plain;
however in the same breath, riverside roads are 'kinda' dynamic and romantic.
No matter how familiar you are with the 'river road', and no matter how
many times you have traveled its' generally windy path, the journey always
seems quicker. How cool is that?
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