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redgold_case_wrap-12Man.

It’s been months that i’ve been waiting to see the film “Red. Gold” and the credits just rolled minutes ago. It’s close to 1AM which is the latest i’ve been up in a long time, but i simply could not stop watching the movie that finally showed up in my mailbox just today.

I’m feeling so restless and aggravated right now that i don’t even know what to do with myself. It will never cease to amaze me how some, myself included, can look at a mountain, river, forest, wave, etc. and see it for the beauty that it holds within, while others simply see profit margins, gross returns and such. I wish they weren’t apart of my world, greedy motherfuckers, but we have to find some way to get along i guess.

The following quote is taken from the Feltsoul Media Blog,  home to the creators of this amzing movie.

 “On November 14, 2008, Ben and I stood before 500 people at the National Geographic Headquarters in Washington, D.C. to show Red Gold [what an honor].  On the very same day, just a block away from the theater in the Bureau of Land Management building, President’s Bush’s staff put out a Record of Decision for the Bristol Bay Area Management Plan.  It opened nearly 2 million acres of federal land surrounding the Pebble Site to mining exploration.  2 million acres.  So while citizens continue to battle development of the Pebble mine on Alaskan State land, we now face the worst – Pebble amidst a mining district in the heart of the world’s largest remaining sockeye salmon fishery.  When the Obama administration comes into office, our leaders of change will have 30 days to reverse this decision”

Check out the sight, ask for a change to this horrendous decision, order wild fish and think about what you can do to reverse this giant selfish wheel of “progress”.

I for one promise to start tomorrow on creating a poster to plaster around town bringing attention to this ticking time bomb. Let me know what you think and what you will do.

 


Where do they all go when it gets cold? Do they make their way up and down the creeks to hide in the deep pools? How did they make it out of the shallow pools that have nary a trickle running in or out of them. Are they really hanging out in those deep pools where they seem like endless meals for the larger fish already lurking there? 

Fish in Texas, in the winter, in a drought…or rather the lack thereof, confound me.

This was part of the reason that i decided to take the family to McKinney State Park to camp for a few days. If we had gone down to the Guadalupe River i would know that  a) there are active fish (trout) in the water, and b) they are right p1230016there. Anywhere else around here and it’s impossible to know where they are because unlike the trout in the shallows, supposedly they are down huddled together in the inky void that is deeper than it is wide. It was this unknown. The fact that i couldn’t see them, didn’t know if they’d bight, and frankly didn’t even know if they were there at all that made it so interesting to me. 

On Friday i headed out early to check out the park and see what might be found in the water. After s short walk across the pitted and carved limestone that looks like the surface of the moon, i found my gravel bank empty and alone, perfect. Usually people are relaxing here and skipping rocks across the waters surface. Today i was lucky, no people (then at least) and some of the glassiest water that i’ve seen there yet. It took a while but persistence paid off after half an hour when i landed a five inch Blue Gill on a small popper. Not great, but better than not nothing. I figured i should go up a size so i through on a larger black popper and cast it against a floating log, nothing. Next cast and the loud pop of the fish inhaling the popper echoed against the limestone cliffs. After putting up a great fight i got to hand the wiry nine inch Red Breast Sunfish seen here.p1230015

So they’re there, making it by somehow, thanks for asking.

As noted in a previous blog, i spent the new year soaked in the wonderful dampness that is Oregon. My brothers David, Andrew and I spent an evening trying our best to make anything work along the North Fork of the New Halem. It was tough going, as they say, since it was well over it’s normal banks and uprooting trees and carrying logs and debris downstream at a fevered pace.

To give you an idea here is the river after the flow had dropped enough to make it approachable. Mind you this was a pool off the main current.

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And here is a photo, taken by David Feldkamp, of the same area just 200 ft downstream a mere two weeks later.

n_fork_nehalemAgain…timing.

One month. Seven random days of fishing. Two different states. However you look at it, it’s depressing. Needless to say it has been a LONG TIME since i have caught a fish. Granted the Texas fish seem to have boarded spaceships and set off for their intergalactic Winter Cruise while the Oregon fish were basically drowning in flooding torrents. Never the less, i finally caught a beautiful 8″ sunfish on Barton Creek. I wandered quite a bit of the creek seeing absolutely no sign of all the fish that normally are so plentiful. I spotted this one from high on the upper bank, backtracked to the opposite bank and stalked him like he was the mighty Moby Dick. It was a lot of time and effort spent for a sunfish, but it was worth it all. Since i was using the 4WT and it had been so long i practically cried when the Popper sunk under the surface with a satisfying “SLURP”. I’m ever thank full to that fish for reintroducing me to the reason that i fell in love with this sport…nay lifestyle, in the first place. That beautiful joy that happens when it all comes together, and for just a moment you feel like you know what your doing.