I fished three rivers Monday, and made new friends including this spring chinook. You'll have to use your imagination for the slow draw on my camera. Today I caught another 14 pound wild steelhead buck.
Friday I sat fishless on a rock in a rainstorm trying to understand exactly what I did wrong. Then I saw my sweater was on backwards. That explained it. Saturday I hooked 7, and caught 5 wild steelhead, which were released keeping them in the water without touching them, as you can see. Needle nose pliers are great for that. The sweater incident reminds me of how I was unable to catch fish off a new rod until I removed the barcode, and another time I was skunked all day in Eastern Oregon, probably due to unmatched socks.
pass Slomo about 4 times a week on my beach walks. I asked my students who he was, and they said
he was a super wealthy brain surgeon who got sick of his life,and
decided he only wanted to skate. I thought he was a homeless man with
PTSD. My students were right. Check out this great New York Times Video.
If you love fishing, you may want to watch this trailer of A Deliberate Life.
It begins, "It's easy to lose sight of what's important: family, health, passions, pastimes. To pick your head up and suddenly realize 20 years of your life has simply passed you by. It's easy to get swallowed up and just keep giving more and more of your blood, sweat, and tears in return for less and less happiness." Watch five anglers find happiness on rivers. The trailer is good medicine for your soul. I am also happy to report MoonPath Press in Washington will publish my poetry book tentatively titled Lost Salmon due out summer 2016.