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Finally, the Fishing Movie, A Deliberate Life, is Available, and Lost Salmon
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…
Activist and Fishing Books at 3 Good Books
Thanks to Drew Myron for interviewing me at 3 Good Books regarding my interest in activist poetry. An excellent 5 minute audio of Robert Bly discussing Alden Nowlan’s poetry appears at the end. I saw the fine poet Philip Levine died recently at age 87. He was quoted as saying, “I’m not a man of…
Tree Deco, Elk, and Saving Sea Turtles
During the holidays, fishermen decorate trees with bad casts. Elk, not ants! Two steelhead I caught at sunrise. I asked elk where fish were, and, as usual, they knew. It’s great to visit Pacific Northwest coastal wilderness, and I honor it by picking up fishing line to stop birds from getting caught, and foam bait…
One Arming It in the Coast Range
Washington and Oregon steelheaders wait in icy dark for this, one joyful day at a time. I hurt my left arm by sleeping on it, which gave steelhead an unfair advantage, but I caught two anyway. For a month I have been going over boulders and along steep trails exploring, sometimes falling and crashing into…
Calling in to Work Well
“My personal motto has always been: Joy in spite of everything. Not just [mindless] joy, but joy in spite of everything. Recognizing the inequities and the suffering and the corruption and all that but refusing to let it rain on my parade. And I advocate this to other people.” ~ Tom Robbins I love teaching…
Steelhead and Gremlin Cities
Gremlin cites. They are good at hiding. At night, while I’m dreaming, rain brings fresh steelhead in from the Pacific.
The Case of Mad Steelhead and Slides
Hoffman Center in Manzanita, Oregon I caught these two steelhead by 8 a.m. yesterday so I looked for the so-called “Slide Area.” I wore surfer shorts because I wanted to show off my 102-year-old abs on a water slide. I looked around the mountain for the “slide” but all I saw were rocks in the…
“All’s Well That Ends Well, Mostly”
This is the dreaded wooka hooka wae wombat track. These guys crawl from brush to steal your steelhead. I’m working on a wooka hooka wae repellent to go with my bigfoot repellent which is guaranteed for life or your money back. My elaborate mathematical tackle organization will immediately remind students of my desk at the…
New Owner: No Trespassing Except for Blondes
“New Owner: No Trespassing Except for Blondes” was the sign over one of my best holes on seldom-fished Secret River, and it was enough to quake my Reeboks. There must be a way to deal with this, I thought. And there was. I drove to Goodwill, and bought a blonde wig. I used balloons for…
Healing Time
Three days after grading a mountain of papers, I was back in Oregon. The World Lit. and Creative Nonfiction ones were amazing, amazing, amazing, but still exhausting since I’m 102 years old. Buck Steelhead in old growth says,”Let the healing begin.” In Old Growth Forest I don’t want to see van Gogh, Renoir, Monet, read…