
FLY MEN FISHING COMPANY

Ashley Hupke was recently visiting SwittersB’s site and checking out the trout tattoos. She remarked on her own tat and I asked her to share her tattoo and how it came about. I hope some of us can be a worthy enough example to the children in our lives to warrant such respect as Ashley has for her grandfather.

Ashley Hupke (Pays Homage to Grandfather)
“My Grandfather was born in Mapleton, IA July 11th 1937 and died in Boulder, CO May 13th 2009. He was the father I never had growing up. When I was about 3 years old he started taking me to the lake close to his home and taught me how to fish. During our fishing trips we have taken throughout his lifetime and mine we have mostly fished for trout. I decided that a rainbow trout was a perfect match to remember my grandfather not only because we fished for them but because the bright original colors bring back happy memories. (my tattoo has strips of color if you look closely you can see forest green, orange, red, and pink) The last fishing trip I made with my grandfather before he passed away was a family trip to Maloney Lake in Nebraska. He was my inspiration and I am thankful for every moment spent with him. Even if the time I had was short I will cherish his memory for a lifetime.” (Ashley Hupke, September, 2009)

Ashley Hupke's Trout Tattoo

I have never been one to get out on a lake at first light. Surprises me as I am on a river at 0-dark-30 for salmon, steelhead, trout. But, for a stillwaters I am in no hurry. If I am on the lake by 9:00am I am doing fine. So, I like the early morning. The sun cresting a ridge top bringing warmth to the face, removing the morning chill. I usually sit with a cup of coffee, smoking my briar, camera nearby and just take in the calm. Few people up. Maybe one boat on the lake. One or two old timers sitting in their folding chairs lake side watching their ‘poles’. It is during this time of low angled light that I observe the possibilities for photo’s. I do not dilly dally with the set up or settings. I just snap and hope for the best in my undisciplined way.




“The scientists who completed the analyses concluded that PacRim’s plan to strip-mine for coal directly through 11 miles of salmon-bearing streams would significantly damage local wetlands and headwater streams in an area 45 miles west of Anchorage. Restoration of the fragile and valuable wetlands and streams that feed the salmon-rich Chuit River would be virtually impossible, they determined.”
These projects have no doubt been on the drawing boards for sometime. Clinton, Bush, Obama. Does it matter anymore? The power of the world economic order appears to supersede any Governor, Sec. of Interior and President? This China connection is our looming demise.

Gale Ontko and Superb Writing~SwittersB
True Story: Driving along a back road east of Prineville, Oregon. I was remarking to the family about the history of the region and how few Oregonians really know their history. I further remarked to my captive audience that the best, bar none, history I had ever read was by Gale Ontko…his Thunder Over The Ochoco series was extraordinary. ‘Oh, I want to check out that unmarked cemetary down aways’. We troop around the cemetary looking at the few headstones. The young mother and child taken the same day. The pioneer graves. The ornate fence around a grave. And suddenly I notice a headstone for Andrew Gale Ontko. Wow, I wonder. Look at the last name…that must be related. That is an unusual last name! Then upon closer inspection I see the nearby circle headstone with just Gale Ontko and the depiction of Indians Astride Horses! OMG! I was just talking about him! The reflexive reverential silence one deploys in a cemetary was gone as I bantered on to my still captive audience.

Wooden Cross at Ontko Grave~SwittersB
So, let me once again encourage any NW USA history buff to find Gale Ontko’s six volume set and learn about the Western Shoshone Nation, Chief Paulina, Howard Maupin, Smith Rocks (who was the courageous Smith), the explorers, the thriving history that was so dominant around Mt. Pisgah. A must read. What a discovery for me (and my captive audience)!