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Memory Vault 2nd edition

25 Dec 310535_10150296056571860_545331859_8492099_1693997010_n

Now I’m pretty sure we drove to our Idaho destination, figured out a put in, then picked up the boat.  Next we headed to what was supposed to be a campsite but our now infected with the plague friend Chris was determined to sleep in a motel, which he volunteered to pay for since he couldn’t convince neither Ryan or myself to fully commit to the idea on the first day of the trip.  The DIY factor did not include hotel hopping the entire trip.  So a good night sleep in a hotel we had, with a toilet that wouldn’t fully flush or a shower that slowly turned into a shallow tub of your very own dirty water.  The beds were comfortable, the A/C and TV worked, plus they had Wi-Fi so who could really complain.  I did get to sleep with Chris that night since Ryan was now starting to feel the power of Chris’s infectious plague and I am immune to the common cold since I deal with sickness on a daily basis at work.  I don’t remember sleeping with stuffed animals but I remember having a shit-ton of them and I could imagine it was about the same as sleeping with Chris.

We were pretty close to the put-in so there was no need to get up at the ass crack of dawn and the float was not one that many do outside of the local population.  Why I have no idea, I’m sure the Snake has days were you pass out from exhaustion from catching so many fish but from my experience this stream kicked it’s ass.  It was fish on right from the start all the way to the end.  If we would have hooked half of the fish we moved we would have broken world records on number of fish caught in a day.  I’ve had days like this before with Ryan on the Watauga in TN but nothing like the size we found in Idaho.  Two things are big in Idaho;  their fish and their beards.  I bet I saw 8 leprechauns and 12 Paul Bunion impostors walking around town.  One of which we were looking for specifically to try and steal his gold that went unsuccessfully.  We found his ride but apparently he was holding a F2A2 (Fly Fishing Addicts Anonymous) meeting in the basement of the store we tracked him to.  I bet he was full of fly fishing gold.

Same Familiar feeling with A little Different LOoK

21 Dec

Gink and Gasoline has started Rubbernecking internet traffic with the best of the fly fishing blogs on the WwW.  They have recently changed their home page picture slide show.  If you haven’t seen them check them out……..if you don’t know how, just click the page below and take your hands off the keyboard.  They will AUTOMATICALLY start scrolling.

Bucket List

17 Dec

First off I have some fishing friends out there who in my book are more deserving of this honor than I am.  Mitch, Chris, Dave, and especially Ryan without you guys I would have never picked up a fly rod or I would have without a doubt put them down a long long time ago.  (I LOVE YOU WIFE.)  Those relationships and memories are what life in general and especially this sport is all about…Catching something is just a bonus.

I don’t have a “Bucket List” but I do have a mental notepad full of fishing related desires.  One of the things not on that list is now at the tip-pity-top, with a big X scratched threw it.  To have a photo of myself on the cover of a fly fishing magazine was all but unthinkable until a few weeks ago when a phone call from Kent broke the news.  It wasn’t until a few days ago that I got to see it for myself.  If the picture was on the last page of south pole fly fishing magazine buried in a collage of hundreds of pictures that would have been fine by me.  But thanks to Louis Cahill’s master Yoda  photography skills and Kent Klewein’s coaching, I find myself gracing the cover of and a 2 page contents spread in Trout Magazine.

I am beyond excited and humbly thankful to the guys over at Gink and Gasoline, they are a BLAST to fish with.  I’m not sure what exactly you have to do in order to deserve such a thing.  I, not so simply, found myself in the right place at the right time, with the right people.  I mean come on look at this guy a Loop jacket, Simms beanie, Redington waders, Korkers boots, Sage Reel, G-Loomis rod and a fishpond backpack I am a branding nightmare holding a fish that could have been easily swallowed by some of the monsters we caught in that river.  Some fancy company didn’t send us there to shoot pictures, just a group of guys out fishing, although one of us just happened to be a successful wizard with a camera.  Which is why I think this picture looks truly F^&#ing awesome.  Anyone who thinks fly fishing is not a sport should go and park themselves in western New York, smack dab in the middle of a December freeze for 5 days of Steelhead fishing with a  long rod.  The cold was indescribable, everything froze.  I literally had to crawl into the shower just to break free from the ice in order to get out of my boots and waders.  All of this is why that trip deserved the most amazing pictures I have ever seen.

More pictures from this trip last year and this years trip which wrapped yesterday will continue to trickle out from time to time.  Here are a few from last year that the Gink and Gasoline guys have put out.  As you can see Trout Magazine chose their pictures for their needs.  My favorite from the group below is Kents giant Steelhead grip and grin from up at the dam.  Not that I’m arguing with their choice!!!

X-Mas Wish List: Rich Asshole Edition

6 Nov

Frying Nemo

2 Apr

A funny, somewhat eudcational read on if fish feel pain by By Michael Agger.

Here we go again. There is a new study out that contends fish feel pain. A professor at Purdue and his Norwegian graduate student attached small foil heaters to goldfish. Half of the goldfish were injected with morphine, half with saline, and then the researchers turned on the attached micro-toasters. After the heat was gone, the fish without painkillers “acted with defensive behaviors, indicating wariness, or fear and anxiety.” They had also developed a lovely brown crust. These results echo a 2003 study by researchers from the University of Edinburgh who shot bee venom into the lips of trout. The bee-stung fish rubbed their lips in the gravel of their tank and generally seemed pissed off.

Whenever one of these studies about fish pain appears, animal lovers start glaring at me and my fellow fishermen. If fish can experience pain, then angling must be a cruel sport, right up there with deer hunting, bear-baiting, and eating hot dogs. Why can’t we just leave fish alone and do something else?

The online reaction to the goldfish pain study was both typical and funny—especially in the United Kingdom, where they seem to take animal news more personally. The assembled mob at the Daily Mail got very rowdy. In one corner, you have comments like this: “Every time I see an angler, I say a little prayer that he will get his fishing hook lodged in his body, and then perhaps he will give some thought to the barbaric ‘sport’ he is pursuing.” In the other corner, comments like this: “I’m a trout fisherman and I can tell you all with 100% accuracy that the trout I catch feel absolutely no pain after I’ve smacked them over the head with a cosh.” The pro-angling side rattled off some good jokes about whether or not carrots feel pain when they are peeled. They also directed a surprising amount of vitriol toward lentils and those who eat them.

Obviously, anglers are on the defensive. They’ve seen what has happened to hunters, who watched their public image go from grandpa-in-the-duck-blind to toothless-gun-nuts-on-four-wheelers. Shooting a deer has become a half-murder. Anglers also know that PETA has them in their sights. The animal-rights group has a “Fishing Hurts” campaign, armed with papers demonstrating that “fish are more intelligent than they appear” and with a video from the late Linda McCartney. “Have you ever seen a fish gasping for breath when you take it out of the water?” she asks. “They’re saying ‘Thanks a lot for killing me. It feels great.’ ” The whole strategy is rather charming in its blatancy. For the kids, PETA wants to rebrand fish as “sea kittens.” You can create your own sea kitten here. I named mine “Blair.”

In my free time, I like to catch what you might call “stream kittens.” My childhood house in Pennsylvania had a limestone-spring-fed stream behind it, and as a teenager, I spent evenings on the water casting dry flies. (I still fish whenever I can.) This was the early 1990s, and I was indoctrinated in the catch-and-release ethic that was growing at the time. (The idea of catch-and-release has been promoted by the conservation group Trout Unlimited since the 1950s, yet there are still many parts of the country where fishermen think it’s ridiculous. When I started fishing, most guys I met on the banks liked to catch their daily limit of trout and eat them.) To release a fish properly, you wet your hands before handling it (so as not to take off the protective slime), gently remove the barbless hook from its mouth, and then swish it back and forth in the water until it gets its bearings (though fish usually just flit away at the earliest opportunity). Like many anglers, I had the experience of catching the same fish twice, even three times. I wasn’t hurting them; it was as though we were wrestling.

Research studies back up the fishermen’s intuition that catch-and-release works. Generally, if you don’t deep-hook a fish, exhaust them on the line, hold them out of the water too long, or bash them on the head, they have a good chance of living to fight another day. But do they feel pain? I’ll admit that they don’t seem happy thrashing about in the water, and some fish make an unpleasant croaking sound when you’re trying to get the hook out. Seeing them gasping for air, it’s hard not to feel like a jerk sometimes. 

The 2003 Edinburgh study confirmed that trout have polymodal nociceptors around their face and head—i.e., they have the ability to detect painful stimuli with their nervous system. But, according to some definitions of pain, the detection of painful stimuli is not enough. The animal must have the ability to understand it is in pain to really feel pain. Putting a hook in the mouth of a trout stimulates it to race around the water, to not go where the line wants to force it. But this doesn’t mean that the fish is thinking “Shit. Shit. Shit. This sucks. This sucks. Ow. Ow. Ow.” What seems like a desperate escape might be a reflexive reaction, similar to your leg moving when the doctor taps your knee.

Anglers like to cite the work of Dr. James Rose, a professor of zoology and physiology at the University of Wyoming. He wrote a paper in 2002 debunking the idea that experiments such as injecting fish with bee venom and then observing their behavior leads to any reasonable conclusions about fish pain. He argues that fish don’t have the neurological capacity to experience the “psychological aspect” of pain. They react to pain, but they cannot mentally process “pain” when painful things happen to them. It’s the human observer who puts these mental states on the fish, who sees them lying on the ground and saying “Thanks a lot for killing me.” The fish-feel-pain side counters that fish may perceive pain in ways that we cannot comprehend. Who are we to say that fish don’t have a consciousness? And so on.

Whether animals feel pain, and whether humans have the right to inflict pain upon them, is a massive topic. We could all go read Peter Singer’s Animal Liberation and meet back here in a week, but there is a brilliant shortcut to take. In 2003, David Foster Wallace attended the Maine Lobster Festival and dilated on whether or not a lobster being boiled alive is suffering terrible pain. I urge you to read the entire article, “Consider the Lobster,” but this passage from a footnote helps us here.

Suffice to say that both the scientific and the philosophical arguments on either side of the animal-suffering issue are involved, abstruse, technical, often informed by self-interest or ideology, and in the end so totally inconclusive that as a practical matter, in the kitchen or restaurant, it all still seems to come down to individual conscience, going with (no pun) your gut.

What does my gut tell me about fish pain? Not happening. When I reel in a trout, I may be stressing the fish—making it expend precious energy—but it’s not howling in agony.

That’s not to say that I think fish should be treated cavalierly. Back in the day, whenever I caught a sucker fish (i.e., a carp) in my home stream, I’d pick it up and hurl it onto the railroad tracks. (The justification being that carp are taking up space in the stream that could be used by trout.) I wouldn’t do that now. I don’t have a good reason why. It’s just a vague, gut-level notion that fish should be treated with respect, just as you shouldn’t speed up in your car to run over rabbits. Fishermen admire their peers who catch a lot of fish, but these guys (and, often, gals) can leave you cold with their talk of “ripping lips” and “hauling them in.” I remember an old guy who refused to wear polarized lenses (which provide the great advantage of seeing through the glare on top of the water). He told me: “I’m not a killer.”

Then again, perhaps I should kill fish more often. One danger of catch-and-release fishing is that it makes fishing seem bloodless and clean, like target shooting on the water. It also turns angling into a numbers game. How many did I hook today? The overzealous angler can be a bit of rampager. Some of the fish that are caught-and-released don’t live. I once landed a beautiful snook in a Florida bay, put it back in the water, and then, as the snook was recovering, watched it get chomped by a dolphin. If I were really concerned for the greatest fish good, I might do better to catch a fish, bash it over a rock, then take it home and eat it. With a side of lentils.