CO Jason Wicklund of Iron County sent me the photos with an open invite to title it as I choose. There were (and are) all sorts of temptations, but we’ll leave it at Ya don’t See this every day. Over.
54 days on da road, 52 of them in the Yoop. Bears and wolves, snakes, northern lights and aurora borealis, visiting friends, making new friends, a triple-rainbow, smallmouth, brook trout, Lake Superior storms, agates, high wind, heavy rain, lots of good work done — cartoons, poems, some shooting with a 30/40 Krag (180 grain) carbine used by Teddy Roosevelt’s Roughriders. Pretty strange and thrilling to look down the sights of a rifle made in 1896 and still being used for UP deer hunting up till two years ago. The bolt actions is as smooth as it came off the production line yesterday. That’s quality we don’t often see any more, folks. Also signing- readings in Newberry and Boyne City, edited a book manuscript, and kept a journal. Details to follow after photos get unloaded. Hope everyone’s summer is going as well as here. I’m looking forward to being in the field with officers this coming fall. Leaves are changing color already and the Eastern UP was at one point, according to the Soo Evening News, “experiencingthe wettest summer on record.”
I got an email this morning from Limpy Allerdyce. Who knew the old poacher could even use a computer? He’s very concerned about how I portray what he insists is not his slaughtering of the English language, so to show me he knows dem rules, eh, he attached the following. Read and enjoy. This is our last post until sometime in latter August. If you see me in a town in the UP let’s talk. If you see me on a river, ignore me, and press on. Hope everyone has a fine summer.
For 75th birthday, dis man he get dat gift cerkafickett fum da wifey. Dis cerkafickett pay visit to mendasin man living over dere dat Hannahville regsernation. Dis mendasin man rumored have mirrorcal cure for dat pokey pecker problem hit some old timers.
[Limpy he added in an aside, "Me,Holy Wah, I ain't got dat problem, eh"]
But back to story, eh. After being persuaded, he drives regsernation, hands his cerfkifkett to the mendasin man .
Old In’din, he turn around slow, methodickally mix up a potion, hands it to him, and with a grip on shoulder, tell old coot, “Dis is powerful mendasin and it must be respected. You take only a teaspoonful and then say ‘1-2-3′. When you do that, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life and you can perform as long as you want.”
Da man t’inks, dis sound bloody good. As he walk away, he turn, ast, “How I stop mendasin fum working?”
“Your partner must say ‘1-2-3-4′,” he said. “When she does that, it will not work again until the next full moon.”
The old gent he’s all worked up, see, chomping at bit see if dis stuff work so he drive da truck home quick-like, shower, shave close, put on Canuck fo0-foo juice, take spoonful of the mendasin and invite his wifey to join him in bedroom. When she came in, he took off his clothes and said, “1-2-3!” Just as mendasin man promise, boing-boing, inkstandedly old timer’s da manliest of men [Da chief Green Bay Pecker....]
His wifey, seein’ dis mirrorcal, she ’bout faint, get all flummoxorated an’ excited, began t’rowing off her gear. Then she askt, “What was that 1-2-3 bit for?”
And DAT, all youse kittles and germs , iss why we shun’t never end no sendenses wit no propositions, onnaccount could mebbe end up wit a dat dangling parkiciple.
Tight lines and over. I’ll keep an eye on Allerdyce this summer, make sure he doesn’t stray too far off the legal regsernation
General Stanley MacChrystal’s gaffe ended just as it should — with his resignation. Remember the episode of Truman and MacArthur?
Stan the Man
over in Afghanistan,
shoulda hung up the phone
not yak out his guts
with Rolling Stone.
Since this was not his first
off the reservation
this time made him tender
In our way of doing things
(it’s called the constitution)
civilian leaders pick the songs
and expect our soldiers to go along.
When generals start to sing
a different lyric
it makes civilians
leaders quite hysteric.
PS. If we had just stayed in Afghanistan and taken it to the finish this OBL crap when this all began (i.e., did not divert to Iraq). All this crap might be over and troops might be home. Strategic errors always stretch downstream, the only issue, how far, and for how long. Forrest Gump said it best: Stupid is as stupid does. And like that. Over.
Ms. Elaine Dougovito took second place in the Baraga County Trout Festival, Junk Art section. I don’t classify driftwood as junque. I think her fish is tres cool. Thanks to Chas Marschke for sharing. Over.
This “rackelfrackle” Word Press software couldn’t serve as a crapper for snakes. I lost my narrative, so here tiz for previous post. Jambe Longue and I got back late yesterday from Grayling. Tuesday night we walked into the Deward section with a nasty east wind and few fish rising, and sporadic sulfurs popping, but it is a beautiful stretch and we enjoyed the quiet and solace of a beautiful river. That night we enjoyed the sound of a deluge on the Gates Lodge roof. Meanwhile, our friend and guide Joe Guild was down toward Parmalee on the main river with gorgeous girlfriend Casey and behind them followed Casey’s dad and two pals, who somehow got sideways to a tree and swamped their drift boat at 1 AM or so. Joe and Casey saw stuff the men had been wearing come down the river and charged back up the bank to find the men wet, cold, bruised, and shaken, but otherwise good to go. Next morning was spent recovering the boat.
Many of us enjoy night fishing, but sometimes we forget how precarious it can be and how quick you can go from ecstasy to a near-death experience — or even further south. It often seems placid, but night fishing is not for the timid, and if you’re afraid of darkness, stay home. Please.
On a happier note, Joe reported Tom Izzo will stay at Michigan State for the rest of his career and I felt great about this decision.Izzo is the sort of college coach who makes a difference in lives. The pros don’t need him. College kids do.
Wednesday we floated with from Hole-in-the-Fence on the Manistee River (below M-72) to Yellow Tree, this float and lodging a wedding gift from Robochef and wife J.P. We had fine overcast conditions (a trout sky) and amazingly, Hexagenia limbata flies hatching at 3 PM and continuing to hatch sporadically all afternoon. Unfortunately it’s real hard to trick a big trout into eating a large fly in full light conditions, so we downsized to a #12 or 14 Robert’s Yellow Drake and caught fish on that and a yarn-body isonychias all afternoon. Yarn bodies ride right in the film and fish seem to like this dressing.
We stopped in a gorgeous cedar grove and Chef-Guide Joe grilled marinade steaks and opened a fine bottle of Cab to wash it down. It was a great day, 30-40 fish and all sorts of interesting sights, like the mind who happened onto a family of ducks and created an absolute ruckus and I was lucky enough to capture a photo. We also saw a scarlet tanager feeding on airborne hex flies and in the evening we had burring nighthawks, whose wings make a sound sort of like someone who had taken in a mouthful of big flies and is trying to gag his windpipe free. Something along that line. And we also had a coyote serenade. Often the things you see on a trip are what make the trip, not the fish you catch.
Animal count for the trip: 16 great blue herons, 14 deer, 13 turkeys, 12 eagles, 12 dead deer, 3 sandhill cranes, 2 mink, 1 red belly woodpecker, 4 kingfishers, 1 scarlet tanager, 1 porcupine, 1 muskrat. I wrote the following poem the morning of the float. Enjoy and Over.
Fishing is life’s metaphor,
preparation for ifs and whens,
a test of commitment
imagined and hoped for,
in full knowledge these things
are in our minds alone.
In fishing we declare our intent
to walk the talk,
see it through, no matter
what happens, never
to bemoan what didn’t,
only to cheer what did,
neither real life nor angling
ever about catching.
Back yesterday from Grayling, where Tuesday night we hiked into the Deward section of the Manistee, and wednesday floated from Hole in the Fence to Yellow Trees. This trip was wedding gift from Robochef and spouse J.P. and our friend Joe Guild was our guide and chef. Another great float: We had Hexagenia limbata flies (Michigan Mayfly) hatching in spurts all afternoon, but in daytime you can’t trick fish with a full-size fly, so we switched to a small Robert’s Yellow Drake (size #12 or #14), found a feeding fish, and bingo! We also watched a mink run onto a log and create chaos for a duck family. We had night hawks, whose burr is like someone inhaled a mouthfull of big bugs and is trying to hacking them out of their windpipe. We also not only had a scarlet tanager, but also got to watch HIM eating hex flies, and as dark fell we were serenaded by coyotes. Lunch were steaks and fixin’s and an excellent cabernet at a scenic stop. We caught fish all day long and had hex spinners in the air at the finish after 10 pm, but the temp dropped and the spinner went back into the trees to await a more propitious time to have their once in a lifetime orgy. The phenomenon of daytime hex hatches on the Manistee is from it being too cold the night before to hatch, so they hatch under overcast conditions the next day. Very strange and wonderful to observe. Fish ate RYDs and Isonychias all day long. Pix follow. Enjoy. Over.
To belatedly continue with previous post, last week we drove to Mio and fished with “Captain” Bob Linsenman, accompanied en flotilla by angleteros Godfrey Grant, Lew Carlson, and Bill Start. Want to see interesting? Watch a trio of septuagenarians operate their own drift boat and wade like 20-somethings– only a whole lot smarter. As a real surprise we stopped at Detroiter Steve “Fudgie” Scott’ s cabin below our launch point at Comins Flat, where the lads prepared a steak lunch with all the fixin’s for Jambe Longue and yours truly. Then it was down river and a post deluge stop at Taiga’s Pool for champagne to celebrate the first day of spring wedding officiated by God, the float a gift of God and his spouse, the Lovely Laurie. Carlson and Stout were there for comic relief. Great time. We got ten fish, all small, browns, rainbows and brookies. The trio caught a lot more, especially closer to McKinley. For the trip to Mio, river float and return trip the animal count was : 28 deer, 18 turkeys, 17 blue herons, 11 kingfishers, 8 dead deer, 6 bald eagles, 3 redtail hawks, 3 red belly woodpeckers, 2 woodchucks, 2 snapping turtles, and one coyote. Great trip. The tasty dinner was a huge surprise and Champers on Taiga’s pool hits the spot, especially since a humongous brown fed on a smaller trout as we sat anchored, driving the smaller fish out of the water, the bigger fish skying behind the prey. Later we saw this event a second time and during the trip we also watched swallows actually lifting hatching bugs off the river’s surface. Usually they are buzzing around in the air eating spinner forms. Jambe Longue fished nymphs under a bobber most of the day and I threw streamers — including a 7-inch Ditch Pig for a long time. Fun time. Photos follow. Over.
Friends Mike and Sue Webster recently took a cruise to Alaska and of course they had to try zip-lining. Mike describes the experience: “In case you don’t know what zip lining is I’ll explain [it]: We did this near Juneau. It involves a kind of a ride hanging on a steel cable. In our case we rode the wire in a sitka spruce canopy. It involved rides of over a 1,000 feet and heights of over 200 feet at speeds of over 40 mph. After a few zips I got ‘comfortable’ and stopped screaming like a little girl when I jumped off the platforms.” I doubt Sue made even a whimper when she launched from platforms. She’s by far the tougher of the Crystal Falls brace.
NOTE: No offense to little girls is intended.
Susie shares a couple of photos of Big Mike “way up dere in da pure-blue Alaskan air.
Back last night from two days of fishing the Au Sable Big Water below Mio. The fishing and company were great, the catching…not so much. I’ll post pix when I can get them downloaded. I had a grand slam on Wednesday: a brown, a rainbow and a brookie (USP ). To be sure we are clear on this: USP does not refer to United States Pharmacopia. It means Under Six Pounds, which is trout angler code (prevarication) for itsy-bitsy, hinky-dinky fish.
Jambe Longues is retired officially now and today I started organizing for a kupla up-north days with the River Nazi and God, which sounds like an odd combo, but really isn’t. Never got all the fishing gear squared away last fall, so finding flies, tippet, Gink, reels and spools has been royal pain, and of course the dog is giving me a dirty look because he’s figured out he’s not going this time. Last Saturday we went to an art show and the Memorial Day Doodah Parade downtown. Sitting on the mall I saw these feet and thought for sure I was about to look up and find a leprechaun, but nope, just a person with too small a feet in too large shoes and a poorly fitted silk suit. Sheesh. Back with fish pix in a kupla…. I hope. Over.