Oh the debate over worthiness, status and even looks. I will take the Trout over the lowly Bass any time. Yet even now I am plotting the seduction of some devilish, behemoth Bass this coming week…along with some beautiful, behemoth Trout. Just kidding Bass lovers…kind of
Posts Tagged ‘Fishing
The Chinook are staged in the bays and tidewaters on the coast waiting for the freshets, the early Fall rains, that will cool the water temps, raise the levels, create that draw that pulls the large fish upriver to spawn. The large rainbows are enjoying the drop in overnight temps in the Central Oregon lakes. The feeding will accelerate in the weeks ahead. I intend to search out the mammoth Chinook Salmon and the big ‘bows in the weeks ahead. The preparation of gear is part of the fun. Moving down the ancient checklist from years of planning and many mistakes along the way helps in prepping for the outings.
The photo ops may be awesome along the way: water, rocks, vegetation, mountains, horizons, trees and big fish may combine for awesome memories. Life’s clock ticks and I must grab these moments now with less ‘maybe next time’.
“Now then, Pooh,” said Christopher Robin, “where’s your boat?”
“I ought to say,” explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island, “that it isn’t just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it’s a Boat, and sometimes it’s more of an Accident. It all depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On whether I’m on the top of it or underneath it.”
A.A. Milne, Winnie~the~Pooh
“A man’s got to know his limitations”
Harry Callahan, Magnum Force
When it comes to taking a boat out into a crowded venue, I know my limitations. Yes, I have putzed around on lakes and small rivers, but handling a boat in a safe manner and knowing the rules of the road, so to speak, are a foreign language to me. The State of Oregon requires a boating safety course, testing and a permit to operate a boat of a certain size on public waterways. For the most part, yesterday, the overwhelming majority of the boaters were courteous and seemingly aware of the rules and unwritten courtesies of operating a boat in heavy traffic, on the river.
But, I found one aspect of the day most interesting from a safety awareness point of view. There is a commercial channel on the Columbia River in which large vessels (lower river) and tugs and barges ply the river. Yesterday, I observed a boat anchored in the shipping channel and the approaching tug/barge encounter reminded me of why one needs to know the rules and common sense that goes with operating a boat. Hundreds of boats had figured this out save the one boater, who decided to anchor in the shipping channel.
My brother-in-law, Richard had earlier remarked about the sounding of the horn from the tug/barge, in particular the sounding of 5 loud blasts indicating the tug is not turning, altering course, stopping (takes them over a mile to stop) and you better move or die. Sure enough, here came a tug/barge heading upstream, cutting close to the fleet of boats, none of which, prompted a sound from the horn until reaching our point…then there it was: 5 large blasts from the tug/barge and a pleasure/fishing boat anchored in its path up ahead.
Every head turned toward the front of the barge; in front a smaller boat. Fortunately the ‘boater’ had, like most of the boaters, a break away anchoring system that allow one to separate the anchor/rope/float from the boat. The boater was able to start his motor and back out of the path of the tug/barge, but lost his anchor/rope/float system as the tug/barge, never breaking, chugged over the top of the whole set up….less the boat/anglers. This whole fiasco reminded me of my limitations and ignorance re that river’s protocols, shipping channel and the safety responses in the event of an emergency.
Another good reason, I am thankful we were in the capable hands and conscientious minds of my brother and sister in law, who take great pride in not only showing you a memorable time, but keeping you comfortable and safe.
of Summer in Oregon is a favorite time for anglers as Fall Chinook (Kings) arrive on Coastal Rivers and within the Willamette Valley/Gorge via the mighty Columbia River. This morning, we ventured forth in the dark to meet our guides (Richard & Susie)…Brother and Sis-in-law’s, on the Columbia River. It was a gloriously warm day and to cap off the wonderful views, companionship, conversations and boating…I harvested a beautiful Chinook Salmon. This beautiful fish will provide sustenance for the extended family during birthday celebrations this coming week.
Yesterday, over 40,000 Chinook Salmon were counted moving over (through) the Bonneville Dam viewing station. With such information, it was probable that hundreds of boats would be staged on the river today to attempt to catch one of these classic beauties of fishdom. And they were…a real zoo.
VIEW THE CHINOOK PASSING BENEATH THE DAM HERE…IT UPDATES EVERY FEW SECONDS (sometimes the cameras are down for awhile, but come back and wait for it to load…worth it)
The salmon, about 20+ pounds and 38″ long, put up a nice battle. Most often, I reward the fish with freedom and take the image and am satisfied. But, today’s adventure was the reality of salmon fishing…harvesting the fish for food.
There came a point this afternoon to where the temps rose high enough that this nearby fire boat would have been a refreshing if flooding relief from the heat……
A special thanks to Richard & Susie, who hosted my wife and I today. They put us over fish, kept us comfortable and ‘hydrated’ and kept us safe in heavy boat traffic.
My friend and I were hiking up a coastal river scouting probable holding water for Chinook Salmon, in the months to come. We moved upstream to a beautiful, secluded hole. I spoke loud enough, above the sound of the tumbling water, for an equally interested visitor to come bounding down the bank on the far side of the river, barking as he approached. We held our position, where upon the dog jumped into the river and proceeded to swim back and forth as if to say ‘Hey, this is my stretch of the river!’ His expression seemed to be fixed in the vigilant and concerned mode. I snapped a shot and moved on to let him have the hole, for now.