fishing for words

(and tossing out random thoughts)


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how they fish in Crivitz, Wisc.

This snarky little item recently graced my inbox (with a friend suggesting it might be the ultimate evolution of the float tube.):

I was going to build the Gazebo on the edge of my dock down by the lake but I thought…I might just as well build the deck with floats on it and I can then take it out fishing too…has a 15,000-pound capacity.

The deck is 18 feet x 18 feet with 12 plastic foam filled dock floats that are 4 feet x 4 ft feet x 18 inches high, and the Gazebo is a 10-foot hexagon with a table and chairs.

Inside, under the table is my trolling motor so I can take it out to my favorite fishing hole. The trolling motor is remote controlled so I can fish outside and operate the motor. On top of the table I have a Lowrance fishfinder with depth sounding sonars and temp gauge. I have two electric winches with 40-pound anchors.”


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in the net for 2/5/2010


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we can rebuild it. we have the technology to make it better. better. faster. more portable.

Fly fishing’s strip and dip concept makes it way into fine dining with Heinz’s redesigned ketchup packet.

Heinz’s Ketchup Packet 2.0 offers the option of dipping into the container or stripping off the top edge for the more traditional squeeze.

I’m all for options. After all, I’ve been known to pad my chances of hooking a trout by with a dry/dropper combination. (For the fly fishing challenged that’s both a floating dry fly and, tied to it, a sinking nymph.)

The world’s a better place.

Ketchup Packet 2.0

Middle school students everywhere are asking if this new design offers greater accuracy and velocity when stomped in the hallway of their choice.


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trout for dinner: $16.20 each

Yes, each.

I’m a big fan of the thin green line that protects our natural resources so it’s to be expected that an appreciative smile crossed my face when a Google alert linked me to the following from KearneyHub.com:

VALENTINE (Nebraska) — A Nebraskan’s taste for trout has left him up a dry creek for a year and $6,523 poorer.

Timothy Bare, 53, of Valentine was caught possessing 249 trout. The legal possession limit is eight.

A Cherry County judge revoked Bare’s Nebraska fishing and hunting privileges for one year and assessed him $5,875 in damages, $600 in fines and $48 in court costs.
The investigation began Sept. 13 when Valentine police officers contacted Frank Miller, a Nebraska Game and Parks Commission conservation officer, about fish found in a large trash bin. The investigation led to Bare’s home.

A search of a freezer in the garage revealed 249 trout, five undersized largemouth bass, two perch, a channel catfish, a bluegill, seven salmon steaks and a package of processed wild game, authorities said.

Bare’s fines included penalties for the undersized bass. He pleaded guilty Monday.

Nebraska fishing regulations generally allow anglers to catch four trout daily. Some state lakes and city ponds across Nebraska have an eight-trout daily bag limit under a special regulation.

Anglers, however, may not possess more than eight trout.

A Nebraska Resident Fishing License: $26.00
The Fine for 249 Trout in Possession: $6,523.00
This Bozo Getting Caught: Priceless


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when wanting the best for our kids is not necessarily the best for our kids

It seems that danger, actually its consequences, have become all too unfamiliar to children who’ve always had parents within whispering distance.

So it’s reassuring that common sense seems to be taking root in some quarters.

From The Mommy Files blog on sfgate.com:

Play with a pocket knife. Break glass. Throw things from a moving car. Drive a nail. Find a beehive. Glue your fingers together with superglue.

Many parents would forbid their kids from doing these activities. They’d keep the superglue locked in a box where little fingers could never find it.

But Gever Tulley thinks these are exactly the sorts of things children should be doing (with adult guidance and supervision, of course). From these “dangerous” experiences, Tulley says, children learn how the world works. They learn about safety and how to assess risk. They gain responsibility.

I grew up in the ’60s and  ’70s, before the creation of ‘Kinderkords’ and ‘helicopter parenting.’  (Back when you knew “If I have to stop this car…” or “Wait until your dad gets home…” came with tangible consequences.)

Despite a lack of electrical outlet covers — and a similar lack of common sense to not stick metallic objects in those electrical outlet — I’m still around.  I threw rocks and my brother’s still around.  (Yeah, I dinged the back of his head pretty good.)  Until middle school was too far away, I rode my bike one and a half miles round trip, nearly every day possible.  Even today I’m often found swinging a small hook dangerously close to my right ear while precariously perching on a moss-ridden boulder.  It’s called fly fishing.

I’ve asked, knowing that it’s tough going out there for any young person, if fear of the unknown, danger or injury (mental or emotional) could a partial contributor to the phenomenon of the boomerang child?  Maybe.  Consider statistics from a Time magazine article form last fall.

But in the 1990s something dramatic happened, and the needle went way past the red line. From peace and prosperity, there arose fear and anxiety; crime went down, yet parents stopped letting kids out of their sight; the percentage of kids walking or biking to school dropped from 41% in 1969 to 13% in 2001. Death by injury has dropped more than 50% since 1980, yet parents lobbied to take the jungle gyms out of playgrounds, and strollers suddenly needed the warning label “Remove Child Before Folding.” Among 6-to-8-year-olds, free playtime dropped 25% from 1981 to ’97, and homework more than doubled.

I can’t imagine never falling off a jungle gym.  I should know.  I did it often enough.  Heck, back then we even jumped out of swings at the highest point of the swing.  On purpose.

Most anyone who’s dealt with children on a semi-regular basis knows that there’s a fine line between protecting and nurturing.

nur-ture (‘nər-chər): 1. training, upbringing; 2. something that nourishes; 3. the sum of the environmental factors influencing the behavior and traits expressed by an organism.  (Not a mention of protecting.)

Here’s to hoping my brother and wife are putting into practice the teachings of The Dangerous Book for Boys.

P.S.  Mr. Tulley is the author of Fifty Dangerous Things (You Should Let Your Children Do) — a book that also might just end up on my gift-giving list.


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pasta, garlic bread, salad, beer, Cancer magister, dessert, and something unexpected

The DVFF Crab Feed (& Officer Installation) ’10 is in the history books.

We enjoyed pasta, garlic bread, salad, various beverages (adult and otherwise), the honored entrée and three different cakes for dessert. The crab seemed sweeter this year and, as usual, our dining companions and conversation enjoyable. We told fishing stories, ate too much Cancer magister (The scientific name doesn’t sound as tasty, does it?), and anxiously awaited the raffle results. No catch and release crab eaters in this crowd.

Lulled into a semi-comatose state by full bellies and bottles of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, the business part of the meeting began. As asked, I’m taking pictures as our outgoing president thanks the various volunteers who manage the many worthwhile club programs and events. I join the rest of the board members and officers as we receive recognition for a year of service and most of us remain at the podium to be introduced as the 2010 contingent.

Then came funny warm feelings of surprise, shock, gratitude, and appreciation.

While like everyone else I enjoy the occasional recognition, much of what I do – again like many other people – I don’t do for recognition. It’s done because it’s something I can do or needs to be done, something I can improve upon, and hopefully something I enjoy.

Back to those feelings…rather than struggle to write prose that doesn’t sound prideful, I’ll let a picture do the talking. A big thank you to the Diablo Valley Fly Fishermen for the recognition!


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casting about on 1/22/10: chocolate, spandex and video games


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casting about 2010-01-20: car craziness


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why I’ll voluntarily send cash to Sacramento

I know I shouldn’t have been surprised, but after thinking about it the last two weeks, I still am.

Many, if not most, of California’s 210,200 full-time government employees were ordered six months ago to take three furlough days a month. Blame whatever feel-good program or pork barrel project you want for the not-so Golden State’s $63.9 billion in general obligation debt. Standard & Poor lopped the state’s credit rating to A-minus this afternoon. And Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger is working to cobble together a state budget that relies on a 15% reduction in state personnel costs through a 5% reduction in salaries and a reduction in workforce…

It’s always good to see a contraction of an already bloated government — but in this mess it doesn’t make sense to not extend the Bay-Delta Sport Fishing Enhancement Stamp (BDSFES) program.

As of January 1, 2010, the Bay Delta Stamp is no longer required for anglers in the Delta. Money collected in past years will still be used to fund projects benefitting sport fishing within the Delta boundaries.

The Bay-Delta Sport Fishing Enhancement Stamp (BDSFES) Program was established in 2004 to benefit Bay-Delta sport fisheries. Exhisting law requires a person to first obtain a BDSFES before sport fishing in the tidal waters of the San Francisco Bay Delta and the mainstem of the Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers, including major tributaries, below the most downstream dam.

The BDSFES Program has authority to spend approximately $1 million a year on projects that benefit sport fish populations, sport fishing opportunities, and anglers within the stamp’s geographic range. The Department of Fish and Game solicits proejcts for funding annually through the Proposal Solicitation Notice process. The BDSFES Program has funded a wide range of projects including warden overtime for sturgeon poaching, salmon acclimation, sturgeon forensics, fishing access facility improvements, salmon spawning habitat restoration, salmon escapement monitoring, angler surveys, fish tagging programs, and more.

Sure, it saves me $6.30. And yes, the program was set to expire Jan. 1, 2010.

But as I understand it, it was one of the few fees deposited into a separate account within the Fish and Game Preservation Fund. I’m all for money going straight to the DFG and wildlife programs as long as that money can’t be siphoned off to the general fund.

I’d honestly become so accustomed to the BDSFES fee that I accepted it as part of the cost of enjoying the hobby of fly fishing in my state. And who thinks $1 million a year will go very far towards projects benefiting fish in the San Francisco Bay Delta and the mainstem of the Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers and major tributaries? It’s a bit disturbing to spend so little, particularly at a time when those in power ponder pulling more freshwater out of the delta.

As for me, I’ll still be sending an extra fin Sacramento way this year. Voluntarily. To the California Fish and Game Warden Stamp program.

I was already expecting to spend the money anyhow. Here’s hoping fellow California anglers will think the same.

Even with the 30 cent increase in the basic sport fishing license fee, I’ll still be $1.00 ahead of the game.