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Just me and my dad...
When I think of that trip (which is often) I come back to the grayling again and again. Every evening, I stood in the river and caught as many grayling as I felt like catching. On dry flies. As many as I felt like catching. With my dad.
Easily one of my favorite days of the year...I love the tournament. Still, I was looking for an excuse to fill up the memory of my DVR and be up late into the night watching Bracketology...I wanted to walk the river and look for carp, but with the water cold, the air cool, and the sky full of rain and clouds I opted to stay home and enjoy some basketball. It was nice watching UNC go down!
A few years ago we stopped at a pond on the way to Spokane to watch the first round. It had been a warm start to the year, and we spotted one lone carp tailing within reach.
The cast was good, and the fish was interested. It turned to follow the fly, and it ate...but I was late on the hook set and missed what would have been a great photo.
Every year at this time I am doubly thankful for the NCAA tournament. By now I am dying for some carp action, but good basketball is a nice way to stay distracted!
To be fair, this was a REALLY big carp. I am talking about a head the size of a basketball. We will get another shot at her this year Wendy!
Spent the weekend at the coast. I did get an hour of two of futile casting in, fishing from the beach is just so alien and insane. I had some big rocks in front of me, a step up from the usual featureless beach but nada...no bites, bumps or heart stopping moments (that had to do with fishing anyway.)
We read, walked,hit the aquarium, played some hero quest, explored the tide pools, and in general enjoyed the view. 90 minutes from my house to this place? Not a bad deal at all.
feeding the birds was a big hit.
Invariably, I end up drawn into the whole "invasive species" debate with regard to carp. Recently, I couldn't avoid this thread on Westfly.
Overall, a much more civil discussion than I usually run into on the web. My thoughts are pretty simple. Protect native fish wherever and whenever we can. I just don't see how we can eliminate invasives on systems like the Columbia or Willamette with any effectiveness at this point, and I don't like useless killing. Also, and more to my point on the thread, carp deserve the same respect as other, more glamorous invasive species. I get tired of the call to kill all carp, but save the smallmouth? Fish that prey directly on our native species (like smallies, largemouth, and walleye) impact our fishery as much, if not significantly more than carp. Mostly, I get tired of the attitude and ignorance of many people when it comes to carp. News flash folks...these fish ain't what your daddy told you!
I turned to move upriver just in time to see a guy leap from the truck before the driver could even squeeze it into the tiny pullout already containing my jeep. He sprinted up the road to claim the head of the pool I was clearly walking towards. A second guy leapt from the truck before the engine turned off and he promptly low-holed my buddy Scott. I stood on the bank, stunned, with no where to go but back to my jeep. I climbed the bank as the driver of the truck got out and casually strung up his Spey rod.
"Any luck?" I asked with total sincerity despite having been completely cut out of the spot we had just been fishing.
"No, and some jerkoff bait fisherman just chased us out of the run we were fishing up river!" He snarled.
I looked at his truck...CA plates. Not that that mattered.
"Yeah, it happens" I said, then I broke down my rod and Scott and I went off in search of other waters.
Spent the past few days back home in Whitefish,MT. As much as I love Portland, I do miss that place. Great to see my parents, and sister Dani and her family. Will be home tomorrow, and hope to get out fishing soon!