|3 Clackamas steelies I caught in 1979.|
|A coastal fall chinook I caught yesterday. Where did I leave that hat?|
|Living vs Existing|
|Too dark to keep but pretty fall colors.|
Suz netted my fall chinook yesterday. The only thing better than a mermaid is one who knows how to net a salmon. She lost a bright coho but caught the fisherman.
I was so stressed after the move from Whidbey back to Portland, Oregon, I had to go fishing. Sometimes fishing stresses me out then I have to go fishing to relieve the stress. Things like wrongly placed blackberry vines mean holes in face, or worse, in waders. Wrongly placed boulders mean a fisherman in the river amongst the fish. ODFW should consider their placements of these things.
On the river, I was thinking all these fish photos and poem notices have been sort of vying for attention, and certainly there is a land more satisfying than vying for attention. Just being on an Oregon coastal river alone or with a mermaid is pure magic.
However, when I'm not fishing, I still want to write and sell poetry books. My newest one, Tillamook, Greenland made it past the query stage to the 40-page proposal stage at Portland State University's Ooligan Press which publishes books about "cultural and natural diversity of the Pacific Northwest," a perfect fit for this one. I know from my days fly fishing that sometimes the presentation can be right but there are still no takers. The river has a life of her own.