LOL...Are we talking about taking a pickup down to Fernbridge and pitch-forking enough salmon to keep ourselves in smoked fish all winter? It was legal, too. Well, kinda anyway.
Falling pics 11/25/09
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LOL...Are we talking about taking a pickup down to Fernbridge and pitch-forking enough salmon to keep ourselves in smoked fish all winter? It was legal, too. Well, kinda anyway.
LOL...Are we talking about taking a pickup down to Fernbridge and pitch-forking enough salmon to keep ourselves in smoked fish all winter? It was legal, too. Well, kinda anyway.
That's what my mom and dad said too. Don't forget the gunnysack.
RandyMac
Stiff Member
The first time I fished without a hook and line was just upstream of the 101 bridge on the Van Duzen. This was pre-flood era, the gravel pit was just downstream, we hung out at the top of the first riffle using long handled gaffs. My Grandpa growled if you got them anywhere but the head. I remember standing in the fridgid emerald waters of the lower Mattole helping my Grandad spear Kings. When my brother and I were 14, we "borrowed" Grandad's spear, walked way up the West fork of Honeydew Creek in a cold rain. There are few places on earth where it rains like at does in the Kings Range, a 6 inch day is not uncommon. Anyways, we spotted a big King in a hole and waded in waist deep, inched the spear toward it and jabbed him a good one behind the head. The King reacted, well, like he'd been speared, the toggles came off the fork, he lunged for deeper water, the rope twinged taut and two skinnyassed kids followed him upstream. We didn't have enough sense to let go of the pole, the sum##### almost dragged us in over over our heads. My Bro stuck the pole into the bottom, the fish turned and took us downstream, we got him up on a very small gavel bar, where it preceded to kick our asses, it didn't much care for bein' speared and hauled out. Finally subdued, we lashed it to the pole, and carried 40 pounds of dead wet fish back to the ranch in the rain.
Metals406
Granfodder Runningsaw
Excellent story Randy! I'd like to catch me a big fish sometime. . . Biggest I've ever hooked was probably 8 pounds. I'm not a hardcore fisher like Burv though.
I actually like fishing Brook Trout in small, unassuming streams. . . They fight like they're a Tiger Shark for their size, and they taste great. Just a worm & a hook, and ya float it down past deep cuts in the bank, or logs, etc. Them little buggers will nail that thing hard as hell.
Good Brooky fishing is harder to find these days. . . Not like when I was growing up.
RandyMac
Stiff Member
I know what you mean about Brooks and Browns in those slough like creeks, NW Nevada has lots of them. A three pound trout on very light tackle is a blast. I liked to use a flyrod with a small orange flatfish lure, the one with spots worked great, they hit them hard. Thses are the type of streams that have no cover, you have to sneak up quietly, keep your shadow off the water.
Burvol
Bullbuck
Did a 45 in just a couple hundred feet down from me today in 2007. 15lbs. test Maxima and a good old Lamiglass Rouge River Special Rod.
That sounds like I'm trying the ol' One up on em story LOL
That sounds like I'm trying the ol' One up on em story LOL
RandyMac
Stiff Member
Nah, everybody has a big fish story. You ever fish saltwater?
Metals406
Granfodder Runningsaw
EXACTLY!!!
That's one of the first things dad taught us. He also taught us to hand fish and gill snag. . . Pretty handy if you're hungry and don't have any tackle.
Ya got me wanting to go fishing now! LOL
I remember this one time, my friend Shawn was fishing this little creek. This creek was only about 2' wide. Shawn wasn't "doing it right", so dad grabbed the pole, and say's "This is how ya do it".
I #### you not, he hauled a 16" Mountain Whitefish out in like 30 seconds. Us kids had to pick our jaws off of the ground. Hahaha :jawdrop:
Metals406
Granfodder Runningsaw
Since we're talking fishing. . . Figured you fellas would get a kick out of this one. LOL
A Jack Daniels Fishing Story:
I went fishing this morning but after a short time I ran out of worms.
Then I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in his mouth. Frogs are good bass bait.
Knowing the snake couldn't bite me with the frog in his mouth I grabbed him right behind the head, took the frog, and put it in my bait bucket.
Now the dilemma was how to release the snake without getting bit. So, I grabbed my bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a little whiskey in it's mouth.
His eyes rolled back, he went limp. I released him into the lake without incident and carried on fishing using the frog.
A little later, I felt a nudge on my foot. There was that same snake with two frogs in his mouth.
Life is good in Tennessee.
A Jack Daniels Fishing Story:
I went fishing this morning but after a short time I ran out of worms.
Then I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in his mouth. Frogs are good bass bait.
Knowing the snake couldn't bite me with the frog in his mouth I grabbed him right behind the head, took the frog, and put it in my bait bucket.
Now the dilemma was how to release the snake without getting bit. So, I grabbed my bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a little whiskey in it's mouth.
His eyes rolled back, he went limp. I released him into the lake without incident and carried on fishing using the frog.
A little later, I felt a nudge on my foot. There was that same snake with two frogs in his mouth.
Life is good in Tennessee.
forestryworks
Addicted to ArboristSite
Some more pictures. From the same set as the "yellow shirt pictures".
Now when I see how good the pics look on film compared to digital or camera phone, I wish my dad had taken all the pics on his film camera.
This was about a 70 footer or so. Not too much of a crown, you can see some limbs. Had about a 10ft window to put it through so it wouldn't hang up. Had to cut a few other trees down to get this guy down - you can see the oak on the right that I cut.
Where my dad is taking the picture is a horse trail, and the pine leaned toward it. I can't remember how many feet off vertical this guy was, but a set of doubled up wedges got it over, so it couldn't have been more than a foot or two.
Here's a pic of me swamping out an escape path for the "rock snag."
Now when I see how good the pics look on film compared to digital or camera phone, I wish my dad had taken all the pics on his film camera.
This was about a 70 footer or so. Not too much of a crown, you can see some limbs. Had about a 10ft window to put it through so it wouldn't hang up. Had to cut a few other trees down to get this guy down - you can see the oak on the right that I cut.
Where my dad is taking the picture is a horse trail, and the pine leaned toward it. I can't remember how many feet off vertical this guy was, but a set of doubled up wedges got it over, so it couldn't have been more than a foot or two.
Here's a pic of me swamping out an escape path for the "rock snag."
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Burvol
Bullbuck
Yes, my Uncle lives on the Oregon Coast. All through my early 20's my cousin and I would go down and stay at his place and fish the July salmon opener. In 2001 we were the second boat back into Garibaldi with a limit with four guys. I puked, and caught fish, not too ill at all, had fun. One of my fish had a chip that was detected and cut out of her snout. They sent me the info on the fish (where born, reared, released, theory of travel) two years later in the mail. I had totally forgot about it. It was cool. In subsequent trips we encountered brutal seas, low to dismal catches, with good fishing mixed in between. On one of the brutal trips a Coast Guard Cutter came out and blocked the bar coming back into the bay, due to epic rollers that cut darn near right down to the sand. We did a holding pattern for two hours in what I don't even know how to measure, all aboard a 22ft. vessel. I clearly remeber eating burritos and Gatorade that day
Burvol
Bullbuck
Nice pictures Forestry! Good looking country to be roaming in the spring with a saw...
forestryworks
Addicted to ArboristSite
It's nice, except for the ticks and the horseflies. The horseflies are on steroids and will carry you off to Mexico if you ain't careful
forestryworks
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Burvol, if I get to talk to you at any GTG, remind me to tell you about my discoveries regarding hydrologies, dams, watersheds, and fisheries. I'm a forester, so I really don't know what I'm talking about, obviously, but I have a feeling you'll be interested in my pet project anyhow.
Secret Password: Washaway Beach.
coastalfaller
ArboristSite Operative
It's nice, except for the ticks and the horseflies. The horseflies are on steroids and will carry you off to Mexico if you ain't careful
Ha, ha. Isn't that the truth!! I love how they always like to get you just at that sweet spot right in the middle of your back. You know that spot that you just can't quite reach?!
forestryworks
Addicted to ArboristSite
And then they bite right there, haha. And boy do they bite hard. Through a t-shirt too!
coastalfaller
ArboristSite Operative
Oh, do they ever! Through a hickory shirt too and they like to take chunks!! Little SOB's!!
coastalfaller
ArboristSite Operative
Great story
I agree. I think it's high time for some more falling stories from Randy too!
RandyMac
Stiff Member
I agree. I think it's high time for some more falling stories from Randy too!
Maybe later, tied one on, slept 12 hours, kinda fuzzy around the edges.
