So bored....

...that I can't even think of what to call this or say about it.

T-minus 64 hours to departure...

Fly Fishing Journal 2014

Fly Tying, Part II

Just a few new ties, including more fun with Marabou:

Daydreaming

….and restless!  This weekend will mark the 3rd straight weekend that I was supposed to be on the river.  The weather has had different plans.  Lots of rain and snowmelt swelling the river into a chocolate milk-brown raging waterway.  We needed the precipitation, for sure, but this has been crippling to my psyche -- and to any person that has to attempt a normal conversation with me right now.  My mind has been firmly stuck in one place.

But even after checking river levels many, many times a day, only to still see them at 2-3 times higher than I would like to fish, I'm holding out hope that the rain in southern Oregon will at least let up for the rest of the week and I will be standing in that beautiful green water waiting for my line to come tight.

The Bug

The steelhead bug.  I got it.  Bad!  It sucks not knowing when I'll be able to hit the river again.  Life gets in the way, as always...

Not even a day or even a couple hours on a local river fishing for some of the most beautiful trout in the world will help this illness.  Funny, because I could easily be on one of my favorite stretches of trout water in an hour.  These days my mindset is that I might as well just drive the extra hour and a half to get to a favorite stretch of steelhead water.  Last year when I was in a terrible steelhead slump, I thought about focusing more on trout for the rest of the year.  Which I did for a bit.  The salmonfly hatch takes my attention away for a month or so.  But, then, a void.

And then, invitations for trips to the John Day.  Even with my slump continuing I still at least got some solid grabs and bumps.  You wonder whether those were actually steelhead.  You wonder if you'll actually EVER hook another one.  Then there are weekends like my last North Umpqua trip.  Where you hook a fish or two and there is no doubt:  "THAT was a steelhead!"  The confidence finally comes back.  Only to have to wait it out at home wondering when the next window of opportunity will come. That's where I am right now.  Tying is only helping so much.  It may, in fact, be worse.  Because I sit there looking at my freshly tied fly, curious as to how it will swim;  how it will look to a fish, assuming I'm able to find them next time.  What comeback flies should I have tried/will try, should I find a player.  All I can think about are the fish...

I got the bug.  And the only real cure is time on the water.

Fly Fishing Journal 2014

Fly Tying, Part I

Wednesday, 23 January --  Sometimes the vise is all you have to get any kind of fishing fix.  Last night, with a belly full of hopped beverage and a cloud of hash filling the room like this morning's fog, I churned out this pretty little thing.  I give you, "The Fog":

Fly Fishing Journal 2014

North Umpqua Steelheading, Part I

Friday, 17 January -- I had spent the night before tying some flies and drinking some beers with a small group of local fishermen/fly-tyers.  The other guys were hammering out trout fly after trout fly.  Myself, knowing that I'd be heading to the North Umpqua the next day, spent the entire evening palmering Marabou feathers on a 3/0 Mustad hook shank.  I think seven feathers in all.  Pink in the back, and then layers of blues going from pale to dark, and a smattering of blue Flashabou strands along the way.  One fly finished when the evening was over.  I spoke up, jokingly, about probably losing this beauty just a few casts into my day on the river.

I got a late start getting out of Bend on Friday morning.  A few errands to run, including the purchase of a brand new 2014 Oregon Fishing License.  70 bucks later and a quick fill-up of the gas tank and I was on my way south and west.  The obligatory stop for McDonald's breakfast in LaPine.  The usual stop at the snowplow turnaround four miles off of Highway 97, on Hwy 138, to let the dog out to lift a leg.

This is always where I start to get excited for this trip.  Back in the car to tackle the pass and count down the mile markers from 95 to 39, which is usually my first stop on the river at Mott Bridge.  The pass wasn't as bad as I've seen it, but not the best either.  The sun just hadn't ever gotten high enough this winter to melt the ice and snow on the road.  I was in no hurry so I drove on cautiously,  with Mt. Thielsen looking postcard-perfect out of the right side of my windshield.  

Heading down the west side of the Cascades, time seems to speed up.  A favorite playlist serving as great background music to the ride.  Landmarks flying by me.  Turnoffs for this waterfall and that.  The first couple of stream-side campgrounds higher up in the fly water.  The Copeland Creek river gage.  The road crossing to the other side of the river at the famous salmon spawning beds.  The Dry Creek Store.  Horseshoe Bend and Apple Creek -- the first place I ever wet a fly on this wonderful river.  The wetness of everything around.  Water seemingly seeping out of every crevice on the northern walls of the canyon.  

This time I passed Mott Bridge and headed directly to make camp at Wright Creek.  Tent up, waders on and a quick conversation with the gentleman the next site over.  A man I camped with last February in that very camp site.  He was wrapping up his visit as mine was just beginning.  We talked about the river, the steelhead, and the fishing.  I drove back up to Mott and hiked the mile and a half to a favorite spot:  Knouse.

I always stop at the peak of the hike to let my knees stop aching for just a minute.  The view of the falls making it a little easier to forget about.....stuff.  Continuing down, everything green with moss.  Leaves of Big Leaf Maples, Alders, Vine Maples and Oaks.  The decaying grey of the vine maple leaves dotting the ground and shrubs.  Echoes of the roaring river off of the trail-side rock walls.  A newly downed Douglas Fir partially blocking the trail and pointing straight down to the water.  I wondered if it would eventually slide down the hillside and be swept away downstream.

Arriving at Knouse, I take a moment to breath it in.  I threw a stick for the pup and tied that fly onto the end of my three foot long leader and seven feet of T-14 sink tip.  Stepped into the river and just stood there for a moment again.  About 30 minutes later I had swung through the entire run confidently but with no results.  Well, at least I didn't lose that fly.  But my day was over.  Time to get to camp for a fire and dinner and beer.

I slept in the next morning.  My body still exhausted from the week's work and the drive and the previous day's hike.  I made a quick breakfast and walked for a bit with my companion.  I hoped that I would be the first at Susan Creek that day.  Better get dressed and on the road.

Susan Creek is a beautiful piece of swinging water.  I hooked my first North Umpqua steelhead here.  And watched my friend land his first also, on a cold, rainy & frosty morning with the river quite swollen.  What a fish.  I fished my marabou well through this water today.  I hooked up twice but failed to bring either in.  My hands shook for a while.  I can still feel those takes.  It's a great feeling even without landing anything.  My confidence was back.

The rest of my visit consisted of more great water, the memories of those two hook-ups still all too fresh in my mind and body.  I could've gotten another tug and would have been totally unprepared for it.  My day and my trip were quickly coming to a close.  I was happy to be able to sleep there again that night.  Yet, really bummed that I couldn't just live there for the winter - something I strongly think about every time I have to leave this place.  If ever I was in love with place, this is definitely it.  I've been home now for 4+ days and it's all I can think about.

A couple nights ago I was having some beers with a buddy.  We stood there under this amazing central Oregon night sky.  We talked about many things.  Though, I'm not sure I really listened to anything.  And out of nowhere I said, "ya know, man?  I can't wait till you hook into a steelhead someday.  So you can understand how much it just ruins you."  Sounds strong, I know.  I'm way too lucky a man to feel that way.  And nobody cares -- not your wife, not your kid, not your non-fishing friends....and maybe least and worse of all, not the fish.

Cakebread and Cheese

Cypress Grove Chevre Humboldt Fog and 2007 Cakebread Cabernet Sauvignon Napa Valley

BREW

In fairly recent months I came across a new IPA:  Hop Valley Brewing Co.'s Alphadelic IPA (Springfield/Eugene, OR)  Ever since that first bottle I've fallen in love with this beer.  The hop profile is strong - both on the nose and palate - but still brilliantly balanced on the malt end without straying from what a big Northwest IPA should be.

I had heard/read about these guys having an Imperial IPA out but had yet to come across it...until today.  The Alpha Centauri Imperial IPA is a great bigger brother to the Alphadelic.  Just a phenomenal ale that is clean and crisp and never shows the punch of 9% ABV on the tongue.  

A lot of respect for this brewery so far and can't wait to try more of their craft as production and distribution increases -- especially when you can get me that excited right off the bat with a couple of really high quality IPAs.

Cheers!

2011 - My Year In Wine

My wine consumption in 2011 was greater than any other year to date.  It was an exciting one, too, with some real gems opened, and some nice surprises.  Looking back I thought I drank a lot more Syrah this year than anything else, but that may not be the case.  Syrahs were definitely up, however.  I really started to drink more and more of it in 2010, and fell in love with it.  I was sure I drank a lot less Pinot Noir last year, but as I comprised my list of bottles consumed, I did pretty well with that grape.  And actually, the first major bottle opened for the year was a 2006 Archery Summit Pinot Noir - Arcus Estate.  It was the bottle Cate and I popped when she was ready to drink again after giving birth.  Boy, did we make a nice choice!

Then, of course, there's Cabernet.  Always there when you need it.  Mostly from California, but I've recently begun to explore Washington (for Syrahs, too)  For Christmas eve dinner, we opened five bottles, four of which were WA wines.  The WA cabs really have their own flavor.  I am excited to drink a lot more from there and hope to get up north and visit some of the wine regions soon.

Following is a list of wines I drank in 2011.  I'm sure to leave a few out.  I'll start with my Top 5, then everything else:

(1)  2005 Clarendon Hills Syrah Moritz  (96 pts)
      - Had three bottles of this throughout the year, and have two more left in the cellar.  Really didn't know what to expect when I originally purchased just a single bottle the first time back in April.  It blew me away over two nights.  Then in October when my brother visited, we opened another one and somehow it was better.  An incredible, huge wine that I need more of in the cellar because the two sleeping in there are taunting me.

(2)  2006 Archery Summit Pinot Noir Arcus Estate  (96 pts)
      - Like I said above, this was our first big bottle opened after the baby was born.  When I poured this into the decanter in the kitchen, the aromas filled the house.  Probably the most aromatic wine I've ever smelled.  When it hit its peak I was sure it was the greatest wine I'd tasted to date, and confirmed my love for Pinot.  And this particular vineyard has always been my favorite.  Sadly, I only have one bottle left.

(3)  2001 Freemark Abbey Cabernet Franc  (94 pts)
       - This was actually a friend's bottle that he was very generous in opening with us.  It was a complete surprise.  I had never drank a straight Cab Franc before this.  Consumed with some great homemade burgers, the two really complimented each other.  This, too, was a real treat to sniff.  Because of this bottle I want to seek out some more Cab Francs.

(4)  2007 Chimney Rock Cabernet Sauvignon  (94 pts)
       - I had been eyeing this one on the store shelves for a while, so when it went on sale and came down $20 or so, I had to jump on one.  Planned on laying it down for a couple years, but a special occasion arose and I decided this would fit.  Glad I did.  Like most '07 Napa Cabs I've had, this was ready to drink.  Simply put, this was a beautiful bottle of wine.  Received another one as a gift, but no promises as to how long it will last.

(5)  2006 Col Solare  (94 pts)
       -  A bordeaux blend from Washington state, made from over 70% Cab Sauv.  Really well made and interesting and delicious.  We opened during my brother's visit in October.  I really need to get more of this.


Well, that's my Top 5, now everything else. (in no particular order):

2000 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon Bella Oaks (CA)
2005 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon (CA)
2007 Groth Cabernet Sauvignon (CA)
2006 Silverado Zinfandel (CA)
2007 Sequoia Grove Cabernet Sauvignon (CA)
2007 Chimney Rock Cabernet Sauvignon (CA)
2007 Montes Alpha Syrah (Chile)
2006 William James Cellars Syrah Hampton Family Vineyard (CA)
2007 Abacela Garnacha (OR)
2006 Archery Summit Pinot Noir Arcus Estate (OR)
2006 Archery Summit Pinot Noir Archery Summit Estate (OR)
2006 Archery Summit Pinot Noir Looney Vineyard (OR)
2007 Archery Summit Pinot Noir Premier Cuvee (OR)
2008 Archery Summit Pinot Noir Premier Cuvee (OR)
2007 Columbia Crest Cabernet Sauvignon Reserve (WA)
2009 Owen Roe Syrah Ex Umbris (WA)
2007 Dunham Cellars Trutina (WA)
2007 Bethel Heights Pinot Noir Estate Grown (OR)
2008 Ridge Cabernet Sauvignon Estate (CA)
2008 Frog's Leap Cabernet Sauvignon (CA)
2007 John Duval Wines Plexus (AU)
2008 Evening Land Pinot Noir Seven Springs Vineyard "La Source" (OR)
2010 Chateau Ste. Michelle Riesling Cold Creek Vineyard (WA)
2007 DeLille Cellars Doyenne Aix (WA)
2009 A to Z Wineworks Pinot Noir (OR)
2009 Pine Ridge Chenin Blanc Viognier (CA)
2010 Pine Ridge Chenin Blanc Viognier  (CA)
2008 Columbia Crest Cabernet Sauvignon H3 (WA)
2009 Columbia Crest Cabernet Sauvignon H3 (WA)
2008 Columbia Crest Merlot H3 (WA)
2007 Efeste Final-Final (WA)
2007 Spangler Petite Sirah "The Terraces" (OR)
2004 Clarendon Hills Syrah Liandra (AU)
2004 Shingleback Shiraz Show Reserve (AU)
2007 La Bastide Saint-Dominique Chateauneuf-du-Pape (FR)
2007 Domaine La Roquette Chateauneuf-du-Pape (FR)

The D

The Lower Deschutes River has, for years, frustrated me.  From the first day I fished it I felt like I had no idea what I was doing, even when I was always targeting trout, and in the last couple years - Steelhead. It's a big river that can be intimidating.

Yet, over the past two or three years I've slowly begun to figure it out. SLOWLY.  I hooked and lost my first steelhead on the first day of a two day float in October '09.  On a few days in 2010, I had some amazing trout action. And later that year landed my first Deschutes steelhead on a cold December day.  In 2011, I didn't fish it as much as I had planned.  But on a day float on October 2nd, standing in the same spot where I hooked that first fish two years earlier, I hooked a really hot steelhead - so hot, in fact, that I thought it might be a chinook.  With the help of a friend that was just along for the ride in the boat, I landed the 30.5" hatchery hen.

Salmonfly

Now that another season has come and gone, I very much look forward to the upcoming year on this amazing river.  Including trout from April until the start of the steelhead run.  And the Salmonfly/Golden Stonefly hatch in May, dodging crowds trying to hook big trout on these big dry flies.  Unfortunately, I was not able to fish this famous hatch in 2011, but I fished it for the first time in 2010 and had maybe the best day of fishing in my life.




So I say goodnight to "The D" for a few months, as I spend some time at the fly-tying bench getting ready for a wonderful new year on a world-class river right in my backyard that people travel from around the world to fish and float.

Swinging a fly through "Luelling"

Two-A-Days

So, since I've been totally slacking in the fly tying department this year, I've made a commitment:  two flies every night I'm home.  Trout, Steelhead, anything.  Last night was Night 1:

BLUE HOLE

Every year, on the fourth Saturday in May -- which falls on the 28th this year -- the headwaters of the Deschutes River become open to fishing.  I've always referred to this section as "Blue Hole", although the actual Blue Hole is really only one part of it.  This year is the first year that I missed the opener since we found this wonderful piece of river.

Josh and I first discovered this amazing place through our friend T.J. who heard about it while eavesdropping at a local fly shop.  Can't thank T.J. enough for that move!  We found it pretty easily, and found the big honey hole of Brook Trout after a hike downstream through a trail of downed lodgepole pine.  We were awed at  how many fish were stacked-up in there.  Before even making a cast, it seemed we would just be able to throw a fly in the water and one of these fish would hammer it every time.  We quickly realized this was not the case.  Not even close, in fact.  

I barely remember those first couple visits there.  I know I didn't catch fish at first, and I also remember the mosquitoes could be horrendous.  Since then, I've caught loads of fish - not only in that Brookie hole, but upstream in the Blue Hole as well.  

A monster lives there.

The Blue Hole is more lake-like;  better fished from a float tube or boat.  It gets pretty deep in spots.  I would have to estimate 20-25' at its deepest, but that is a complete guess.  The techniques used here are many:  woolly buggers or other streamers cast as far as you can throw and stripped in;  nymphs on a sinking line or on a floating line under a strike indicator (both close to the banks and out in the depths);  and dry flies.  When the timing is right and all the stars line up and you hit a good hatch, it can be the absolute best fishing I've ever come across.  A few years ago, we took a friend up there who had never even so much as held a fly rod before.  The Blue-Winged Olive hatch that day was that of dreams!  Our friend hooked a few fish and even landed a couple.  I landed at least a dozen big Rainbows that day and missed or lost at least that many more.

As I said, I don't really remember the first trips up there.  However, I remember just about every other one like it was yesterday... I remember Josh hooking a monster of a Rainbow in the Brookie hole, and when I tried to land it, the fish swam in towards the bank, the leader crossed my chest and broke off.  I felt so bad I went back to the truck to sleep.  While I was gone, Josh hooked that same fish again and this time landed it with the help of a couple friendly fly fishermen...

I remember taking my float tube into the "lagoon" just upstream of the Brookie hole and catching a very solid, strong Brookie on a white woolly bugger.  It was a great fight!  After releasing this fish I got out of my float tube and ran downstream to tell Troy what happened.  I gave him my set-up and he jumped into that float tube -- first cast (I believe) hooked a torpedo that ran hard.  And then ... gone.  Would have loved to see that fish.

When I cast a big olive Woolley as far as I could throw, and hooked and landed a 24" rainbow from my boat.  What a fish that was!

The time Drew and I were in my little drift boat and lost an oar that slipped out of its locks during a frantic beginning to a classic BWO hatch.  I had to row around for the entire next day with a single oar.

So many good times up there....

Fish camp '08

'08 - Had to dig my way in for opening weekend.

Last fish of 2010 - 09/26/10

It's a truly special place.  And one that is the venue of a lot of my fishing memories.  I can't wait to fish it again!

Bullied

Today ended my longest drought between fishing days in recent memory.  My last time out was late December, I think the 28th.  Drew and I headed out to the Metolius River around 6:30 a.m.  I'll immediately spare the suspense - I caught nothing.  And Drew, well close to nothing.  I attribute the skunking to the lack of an "Inducer" (sausage & egg McMuffin) on the way out.  And the fact that we didn't get beer.  Fishing and no beer.  What the hell kind of fishing trip is this??

I did get to swing with my spey rod in one of my favorite pieces of water ever - the Dolly Hole.  We were chucking huge, 5-6" whitefish imitations, certain that we'd land some monster Bull Trout.  Just as we started talking about moving on to the next spot, Drew hooked up.  And it was big!

At some point during the fight, we think, this fish had spit the barbless hook and got re-hooked on the side near its dorsal fin.  Drew then had to literally drag the fish in the rest of the way.  The fly popped out  just as I was rolling up my sleeves to land it.  I'm glad I didn't have to stick my arms in the frigid water.

We barely got another sniff the rest of the day.  Even up at Allingham bridge where a whitefish hook-up is almost required.  The water at Allingham has changed since our last visit here in October.  I believe there was a blow-out in the river in early January that pushed the tip of the "New Snag" downstream.

The large Ponderosa in the river used to be almost perpendicular with the far bank.

Also, one of my other favorite holes is still changing.  An alder that had fallen straight into the middle of the sweet spot has slowly started to uproot more and will soon be swept downstream:

Overall, it was a slow, but beautiful day on The Metolius, as most days are here.  I got out and that's about all I can ask for these days.  Some more photos:

Drew working the bridge hole

The fly we used to target the Bull Trout

An important but underused part of my quiver: Winston Vapor #8

Looking upstream at Allingham Bridge

Oregon's Imperial (IPA) Empire

Hops.  Give me hops.  And then give me more.  Drown me in hops.  Well, there's probably a limit somewhere but I love my hops.  I used to be a porter and stout guy and it's probably been the 10+ years of living in the northwest that has turned me into a hop-head.  If you make an IPA and I haven't tried it yet, I'm gonna get it sooner rather than later.  My first pint of Bend Brewing Co.'s Elk Lake IPA more than a decade ago grabbed me.  What a beautiful beer.  And for years it, to me, was the perfect beer - and definitely sits somewhere in my top-five favorite ales.

Then, BBC came out with their HopHead Imperial IPA.  It was a game-changer.  Every chance I got, like many many other hop-heads in Bend, I found myself at the bar down on Brooks St. either drinking the stuff or asking when the next batch was coming out with a fist-full of regular old Elk Lake like a bunch of spoiled children.  Poor us.  And if they were pouring HopHead, it was (is) best to limit yourself to two, maybe three and only if you were having dinner there and either had a ride home or a bike.  Today I try to stop myself at one of these 9% ABV beasts.  It's better for everyone.

HopHead ruled my taste buds forever, with it's floral, citrusy, hoppy, 100 IBU ... gloriousness...

In the last few years, there's been some new dogs in town.  In particular, Ninkasi, which is actually out of Eugene.  They make, among others:  Oatis, an incredible Oatmeal Stout;  Total Domination IPA, a very good NW IPA;  and Tricerahops Double IPA, like HopHead, a 100 IBU monster.  Tricerahops blew me away when I first tried it.  I immediately thought that this was my new love.  It's very different from Hophead - not nearly the hoppy, bitter flavor that HopHead brings.  But well rounded, smooth, and not as strong tasting as the 8.8% ABV might suggest.  One of these days I have to get over to Eugene and try one of these on draught.  As far as I know the only way to enjoy this in Bend is in 22 oz. bottles.

It's been a little while since I've had a pint of HopHead at the pub, but lucky for us fans, they now sell 22s of it.  I bought one the other day, came home and popped it.  Oh yeah, it's still king.  It's just that much better than Tricerahops, and it's actually not even close.  As far as I'm concerned this is the IPA to which all others are compared.  And Elk Lake after that.  Which is to say a lot because there are some really great IPAs around.  Bridgeport's Hop Czar Imperial IPA (as well as their original IPA), Deschutes' Red Chair NWPA, Lagunitas Maximus, just to name a few.

It's good to be a hop-head! Cheers!

SLOW and LOW

Most recently - inspired by my brother, mother, and memories of my grandfather - I've been making a lot of chicken stock.  It's nice having it around and in the freezer.  It can be used in so much.  One of my favorites that in the past I've done with store bought broth, is slow-cooking a pork shoulder roast in the stock.  Very simple, and also with this, there is a ton you can do.  And now looking through my photos I realize I deleted the ones of the roast going into the oven .... oh well, here are some others:

The latest batch

Spicy Pork tacos w/ onion, lime, & cilantro
 

L: White bean & Pork chili   R: White bean & Chicken

White bean & Pork chili

Killin' Time

This is a little video I made back in late November while getting ready for some December steelheading on the Deschutes.  I actually touched a few fish with this guy, and landed one.

Spring Hope

March is upon us.  The first day of Spring in less than three weeks away.  Here in Central Oregon this doesn't mean much as far as weather is concerned.  We could still see a lot of winter in the next few months.  You just never know.  Yet I feel hopeful.  While my winter steelhead season ended before it even began, I still have my sights set on some fisheries closer to home:  The Metolius, for instance, a river in which I haven't wet a line for months and months.  And the lower Deschutes trout season at the end of April.  My annual trip to the upper Deschutes at the end of May.

Mott Bridge, North Umpqua River

Oregon is known, at least in the fishing world, for having an endless season.  One could essentially catch a steelhead somewhere in this state in every month of the year.  Winter used to be "my" season.  Now I just look forward to it being over.  I guess as the years go by, standing in 30-something degree water in leaky waders loses its appeal.  As if it really ever had any.  The appeal, perhaps, was having the river to myself.  There aren't that many more knuckleheads out there - or not enough to crowd a river in a driving cold rain.   And if you're camping - UGH!  Not only are you thinking about the skunking you're likely to suffer, but your mind keeps going back to camp and hoping that there isn't two inches of water sitting in your tent.  Or if the firewood stayed dry.  Just because it's covered doesn't mean much.

Oh, but Spring ... The days getting longer.  A little more sun on the water, well, if it's not still raining!  Beer tastes better, and isn't so freaking cold in your hand anymore.  Overall, there just seems to be more hope.  Is there?  Depends on where you are and what you're after.  Spring has a light at the end of its tunnel.  There's the actual possibility of it being warm out.  Sure, you felt "hardcore" during those harsh days of winter.  But "stupid" probably explains it more closely.

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It's also time to start thinking about the garden.  My veggie garden didn't do so well last year.  One tomato plant survived a late-June frost and actually produced some great fruit.  It left me impressed with the Oregon Spring Bush variety, which are great for shorter growing seasons.  With some better planning and preparation this coming season, I'm hoping for a huge yield.  While you're not going to enjoy the fruits of your Spring labor for quite some time, the thoughts of a big vat of fresh tomato sauce or fresh garden salad give you a lot to look forward to.

Lessons learned from last year:  Keep an eye on the weather report and no matter how hopped up you are on vicodin, you MUST get out and cover the garden when the overnight low is going to be 28º;  you probably don't need 40 leeks;  you probably don't need 40 onions;  keep the dog and cat out of the thing;  cover the garden when it's gonna be 28º!


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One thing we started to do last spring/summer before we found out my wife was pregnant, was make more trips to the Oregon coast so she can get some surfing in.  Part of the beauty of this idea is to hit wine country on the way.  This year if we decide to try this again, I'm definitely going to do more crabbing.  I always say I could eat dungeness crab only for the rest of my life and be very happy (who wouldn't!).  Pair this with some nice Oregon Pinot Noir and I'm in heaven.  This is why I love Oregon -- a trip to the coast in a weekend can bring fishing, wine tasting, surfing, crabbing, camping ... and well yes, rain.

Yep, Spring is in the air and Summer is just around the bend - even if there's still a foot of snow on the ground.  Technically, it is one of the four seasons.  But it really feels like a fight between Winter and Summer.  I'm rooting hard for Summer to win in the early rounds.

PINOT

I fell in love with Pinot Noir in 1999 as a 20-year-old when I had the opportunity to work at a Pinot tasting. The bottle that did it, I believe, was a '96 Domaine Serene Evenstad Reserve.  At the time, I was working at a Massachusetts wine shop.  I was a beer drinker back then and hadn't drank a whole lot of wine.  I knew I liked Cabernet, although I still didn't have the appreciation for it that I do today --around that same time, some friends and I guzzled a '94 Heitz Martha's Vineyard right out of the bottle without a clue of what we were drinking.

At the tasting, there were many different Pinots being poured.  Wines from California, Burgundy and Oregon.  As I recall, the OR Pinots really surprised a lot of people.  I remember being a little surprised by the fact that they actually made wine in Oregon.  One of my brothers had recently moved there but I was clueless about the state being a producer of this fine grape - or any grapes for that matter.  The memory of that first sip of the Dom. Serene is still so clear to me today.  I knew I wanted more of this wine.

Then reality set in the next day back at the shop when I looked at the price tags on the Pinots we carried. The CA and OR labels were steep, and the Burgundy was absolutely outrageous.  What 20-year-old could afford this stuff?  So I put a bottle aside for myself, saved my pennies for a few weeks and finally bought it.  I'm pretty sure I popped and drank it as soon as I got home - and, man, was it perfect!  That was the only bottle of that particular wine that I purchased.

Pinot Noir vines at Archery Summit

Fast-forward to today.  I am now lucky enough to live in Oregon, and also lucky to have a wife that loves Pinot as well.  We make several trips to Willamette Valley a year and get to taste a lot of outstanding wines right at the source.  My love for Pinot Noir continues to put a dent in my wallet.  With each sip of this great juice, I still think it's worth it.

My first apartment in my new town was close to the best wine store around.  I quickly bought (and quickly drank) several bottles from the top shelf of the Pinot rack - Archery Summit, Dom. Serene, Panther Creek, Domaine Drouhin.  For some reason, I've always tended to stick to OR Pinots.  Maybe I'm just a homer.  When I drank Archery Summit for the first time I thought "WOW! Now this is Pinot Noir!"  We have since joined their mailing list and cannot resist the fine wines they continue to produce, even in the poorest of vintages.  There are, however, a plethora of great producers around, and we have much to explore in future visits to wine country.


At the end of the day, a great bottle of wine made from this great grape is as good as it gets, in my opinion.  One that is well made has everything, and can be paired with just about any food.  I crave it.  I always want more.  A lot has changed in my life over the past 12 or so years.  I've come a long way since that young dumb kid, and I'm pretty positive I've had many better bottles of wine than that '96 Domaine Serene.  But that will always be etched in my memory as the one that hooked me.  Cheers!

Cold Is The Water

12/2010:
I head down the trail looking at myself, thinking I look like I'm about to rob a bank.  Dressed in black: jacket, gloves, glasses and hat.  At least I remembered my jacket this time.  And gloves.


Trudging through snow, ice, mud.  When it's snow, it sticks to the boots and builds up.  When it's ice, I'm likely to fall on my ass with the lack of traction.  When it's mud, well, I'm even more likely to fall on my ass!  There's a strange wheel of thoughts turning in my head.  My eyes turn to the river.  This beautiful, big flow of water holding some amazing fish.  I'm on a mission to get to this one run, knowing that I won't be the first one to cast there.  But I am confident, and hopeful as I play my game of placing the vehicles in the parking lot with the fishermen I pass on my trek.


Among the spinning in my mind, first and foremost, is the anticipation of my future little fishing buddy on the way.  Already imagining the days when I can bring my son to these rivers and show him what I know in this sport.  He'll be a lucky boy to grow up fishing these waters that I have come to know and love.  Each river holds some very special memories for me.  And I can remember the friends that shared those particular days with me.  I can recall the events as if they just happened yesterday. 

That was a couple months ago.  Haven't been fishing since.  My little buddy is now with us, and he is the light of my life.  Now the visions of the future are stronger, and more real.  I hope he grows up with an appreciation for the beautiful natural world that surrounds him.


Now my hands aren't used so much for tying flies and knots, but more for holding bottles and changing poopy diapers.  I remember how proud I was, standing in the North Umpqua river alone, holding my first Steelhead.  That fish was big, about 12 pounds.  But not nearly as proud as I was when I held my greatest catch of all for the first time.  All 8 pounds 10 ounces of him.


My 70-day fishing years are now gone and that's quite okay.  Maybe I'll cherish each day I get to spend on the water even more.

Slumps

Fly fishing slumps baffle me. I'm currently in one, and if I were to liken it to baseball, the trees would be booing me off the river. The thing is, in spectator sports it seems like the player in the slump can make an adjustment or practice harder in order to get out of it. In my case, I haven't a freaking clue as to what to do differently. I honestly don't think I can do anything.

Of course, in this sport there are other factors involved, like (as stated in my previous post) conditions. But is it just easier for me to blame high, off-color water, or is it, in fact the reason for my struggles? Well, this slump has had its grasp on me for almost a month and a half, which actually only turns out to be about 12 trips to the river. And I can't cite weather and water conditions to be the problem each of those times. Plus, if the fish aren't biting then they're not biting, and there's pretty much nothing you can do about that.

I've had stretches like this before, and have always broken out of them. But how I have accomplished this, I don't know. Again, baffled. A fishing buddy of mine started out last year with the worst slump I have ever seen. He even talked of giving up the sport, something he would obviously never do, but it can be that frustrating. He eventually got out of it and proceeded to out-fish me on several occasions since. If I were to ask him how he broke it I'm sure he would not have an answer. At the time I probably liked to think that I might have had something to do with it, but now, look at me.

My somewhat recent foray into the world of steelheading - and especially winter steelheading - isn't likely to help matters. After all, winter steelheading has been known to be something like chasing ghosts. So if my next few trips involve swinging flies with a two-handed rod, this may be something that I don't get out of for quite some time. And I can tell myself every time I walk away from the river for the day that 'it's just good to get out,' and 'it beats the hell out of work,' both of which are true. But at some point doesn't it get close to insanity?

Regardless of whether I'm crazy, stupid or just plain suck at this thing, I will inevitably break this slump. More than likely when it happens I will forget that it even existed, and once again think that I am some kind of fishing genius. Walking up and down rivers confidently, like I know it all. Until I string together the next batch of poor outings and fall back down to the reality of being just another schmuck in a goofy suit with an expensive stick in his hand.