THE TROUT LINE
Tualatin Valley Chapter News
May/June 2004
CHAPTER MEETING
Methodist Church - Wesley Hall
12555 SW 4th St. Beaverton
Chapter Meetings are held on the second Thursday of each
month at 7:00 pm with a social get-together and the formal
meeting at 7:30 unless otherwise noted in the newsletter
Board of Directors Meetings held just prior to our monthly
Chapter meeting at 5:30pm Round Table Pizza, Beaverton.
Jeff Gottfried Thursday, May 13th
Fishing Alaska. If you've ever dreamed about fishing in
Alaska, don't miss Jeff Gottfried's presentation on his trip to the
Kisaralek River. As a fly fishing instructor, outdoor guide,
founder of Educational Recreation Adventures, head of Yamhill
County's Forest Educational Project, and as someone who has
taken nine self-guided trips into Alaska's wilderness, Jeff offers a
comprehensive tour of this SW Alaska tributary of the
Kuskokwim River. Jeff's program details a 90 mile fishing and
rafting adventure that included 10 species of fish, all caught on
flies, encounters with 8 bears, caribou, beautiful wilderness,
impassible waterfalls, etc. He calls it the ultimate wilderness
fishing experience on a river where no guides are allowed to
work.This is the program everyone wanted to see that got
snowed out in January, was rescheduled for June, and is now
pushed forward to May. Don't miss it.
Brian O'Keefe Thursday June 10th,
Fishing Photography A self-described fishing bum
with a camera, over the past couple decades Brian has shot some
of the most stunning fly fishing still photography ever taken.
You've seen much of it in books and magazines. In his nine to
five, he's the regional tackle rep for Scientific Anglers. But
whenever he gets a chance, he travels the world searching for far-
out, crazy places. Brian's going to take us on a photographic
journey to some beautiful fishing destinations that are off the
beaten path, both far away and close to home.
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Editor: David Illig
President’s Column
By Hank Hosfield
I should have had this column finished two
days ago. As I’m sitting here typing away at
1:22 AM, I’m hoping that my editor, David
Illig has long since turned in and isn’t
waiting up by his computer for this digital
file that I’ll probably be sending sometime closer to dawn. I’m
very sorry for blowing out on my deadline. Unfortunately, that’s
all too often the case anymore—especially for club newsletter
items. Club responsibilities get pushed aside for other things. As
a guy who hustles to make a living as a freelance writer, I well
know how life can get crazy busy all of a sudden with things that
must be done now. But I also know that this is no way to
successfully run a volunteer organization. And this bothers me.
As was previously announced at the March meeting, I’m
transitioning out of the office of chapter president. Kevin
Connolly will be taking over the reins soon. He’ll need all of our
support to get up to speed. I think he’s going to do a much better
job of leading the chapter than I have. Anyone can see how smart
and personable he is, and I can tell you about the good ideas he
has for moving our chapter forward, but none of these things is
as important as the commitment he brings. Commitment is
something we are often running short on. It takes a lot of
commitment to do the hard things that need to be done to save
the fish and streams that define the mission of Trout Unlimited.
While assessing his life recently, Kevin decided that it was really
important that he devote more time and effort to Trout
Unlimited. Essentially, I think that’s what it takes to do this job
right.
I don’t apologize one bit for the quantity or the quality of the
work that I’ve done for this chapter, but most of what I did as
president I did because no one else would or could do it.
Thankfully, I had a lot of great support from my board. But what
I didn’t have was great support or commitment from the
membership, nor a burning desire to lead. I was a most reluctant
president. I’m leaving now not so much because I’m burned out
(although, I understand how that would happen—as it had
happened to the horses our club rode to death before I became de
facto president over three years ago), but rather because I never
had the right passion for the job in the first place.
And I’m leaving to devote more time to the writing career that
I’ve almost waited too long to get serious about.

One thing I’ve learned along the way is that we get out of this
world pretty much what we put into it. I don’t think there’s one
of us who’ll ever regret putting forth more effort toward the
things that are most important to us. What’s hardest for most of
us is finding enough time to devote to everything that we want to
do. Of course, before one can do any of this one must decide
what is most important.
I’m sure many of you are familiar with the Lesson of the Big
Rocks. A teacher fills a gallon jar with big rocks and asks the
class if it is full. Most say yes. So the teacher proves it is not yet
full, and fills in the gaps with pebbles. Once again he asks the
class if it is full. Then again he demonstrates that it is not yet full
by adding sand. Now it truly does look full, but the students are
catching on. Most say it isn’t full, and the teacher proves them
right by adding water. “The jar is now full,” the teacher, says,
“what are we to take from this lesson?” One particularly
ambitious young sparky in the front stands up and answers:
“The jar is a metaphor for life. No matter how busy you are, if
you’re persistent, you can always fit more into your schedule.”
The teacher smiles and says: “Not quite. The correct answer is
that you must put in the big rocks first, or you’ll never get them
in.”
It’s far too easy to let the multitude of day-to-day things crowd
out the big things we want to do. I don’t know where TU ranks
in your lives, but I see guys who care about TU even more than I
do who find the time they’d like to devote to TU squeezed out by
life’s many little interruptions. Certainly this has been true for
me as well.
But the good news is that things are changing for the better.
Looking ahead I see a lot of good things happening with our
chapter. We’ve got a calendar full of events and activities. There
are plenty of opportunities to get involved in conservation
efforts. Our chapter will be joining forces with CRTU and Tom
Horning from the Estacada Ranger Station on May 8th to plant
trees on small Clackamas River tributaries. We’ll fish the rest of
the day once the planting is done. Of course there are always
letters to write on numerous environmental fronts—especially in
this election year. And on the horizon is our 2005
banquet/auction. But more immediately we have a very exciting
fundraising opportunity that requires almost no effort on our
part. Please look at the Bid Brothers flyer included with this
newsletter announcing the TVTU Auction Drive on May 22nd. We
could make a nice chunk of change with a minimum amount of
work. And lastly, believe it or not, our new web site,
tvtroutunlimited.com will be up and running before summer.
Yes, there is much to do. And as I conclude this final President’s
Message, my farewell wish is that you all find your big rocks, and
make it a priority to fit them in first. Now, please extend a
helping hand to my successor, Kevin ConnolIy—a guy who has
made TVTU a big rock. Hank
Appreciation of and gratitude to Hank.
Both the Board and the editor would like the membership to
join us in sincerely thanking Hank for having stepped into
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both the President’s position and acting President’s role.
Hank is being typically self critical of his performance when
we know he has done a stellar job even though drafted into the
position. He has come up huge. He moved the organization
forward, made frequent and many valuable contributions. And
we pray he continue to participate while Kevin takes the title.
Thanks much Hank!
Fly of the Month
Crooked River Magic
Originated by Russ Seaton
Contributed by Mark Williamson/Hank
Hosfield
When Mark Williamson presented his Crooked River program to
our chapter in February, he offered up a list of fly patterns one
should carry, but he highlighted three somewhat unknown and
rather unique patterns for special consideration. He talked about
each, and promised to send us the recipes for anyone who
wanted to tie some up before heading out to the Crooked. Mark
delivered on his promise, and we will feature each in upcoming
Fly of the Month articles. Here is the first, the Crooked River
Magic, a.k.a. CRM. Mark attests it has lived up to its name on
many outings.
Materials:
Hook: TMC 200R
Thread: Rusty brown
Rib: Fine silver or gold wire
Body: Pheasant tail fibers dyed yellow or olive
Shuck: Blended rust, brown, and olive Antron. Tie the material
in front of the body, but leave it long enough so it can run along
the back of the fly and extend beyond the hook about the length
of the shank. Wrap over it with the ribbing.
Wingcase: Closed cell foam in orange, tan, or white
Legs: Dark brown partridge
Thorax: Rusty brown Micro-Brite
Uses This is a generic emerger pattern.
Variations
Vary the size to imitate emerging mayfly species.
How to Fish
Russ Seaton says, "I like to fish this about 15 inches behind a
Parachute Adams or blue-winged olive imitation. I grease the
leader, dry fly, tippet material, and--oh so very lightly--the
trailing shuck. I do not think that the color of the foam is as
important to the fish as it may be to the fisherman. I like the
orange because I can see it, but the other colors fish equally well.
It has been very effective with few refusals.” (photo
courtesy of Westfly)
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Fly Tyer’s Corner Dick Rohrbaugh
Tying in Dry Fly Hackle This month we will
concentrate on just one matter of technique. It is an important
issue in tying any pattern using traditional-style hackle.
Tyers often debate the best way to tie in a dry fly hackle: with the
shiny (convex) side of the feather facing forward or back? Here
are the pros and cons on the matter.
The traditional Catskill-style dry fly was designed to float on just
the tips of the hackle barbs and the tail – thus keeping the hook
clear of the water. Doing this required high quality hackle that
was stiff enough to stand perpendicular to the hook. Since hackle
feathers are often cupped a bit – concave on the dull side – facing
the dull side forward aided in keeping the hackles in the proper
shape. This was especially important when using the low quality
hackles available a generation ago that were often both badly
cupped and a bit soft. If the shiny (convex) side of such a feather
is tied forward the cupped hackle barbs will tend to lean back
toward the hook bend and won’t support the fly as high on the
water as they would if they were reversed.
Note: By contrast, the traditional wet fly was always tied
with the shiny side forward in order to purposely allow the
hackle barbs to lean toward the tail. A cupped feather aided the
process and helped make the hackle barbs look like incipient legs
of an emerging insect.
The down side of tying the dull side forward on a dry fly,
especially if the feathers being used have a pronounced cupped
shape, is that it is hard to get the feather tied off without catching
stray barbs in the head of the fly. If one crowds the head of the
fly (a common mistake of beginning tyers) the result can be a
mess, to say nothing of the way stray barbs can clog the eye of the
hook.
Nowadays, however, the situation has changed. Modern genetic
hackles are both stiffer and less likely to have a pronounced
cupped shape (if you are careful when buying) than the hackles
of yesteryear. With regard to shape, therefore, it is less important
which side is forward than it once was. If tying the shiny side
forward helps in creating a neat, small head, it is often the way to
go. It is an especially useful technique when tying a hackle collar
on a downwing fly on which the tie-in point of the wing creates a
downward slope toward the eye of the hook. Shiny side forward
the hackles on such a fly will stand up the way they are supposed
to and be extremely easy to tie off.
Another issue is the way you want the fly to float. Research
shows that the body of a dry fly is an important trigger in
inducing a strike Thus getting the body down on the water
surface is an advantage. The old Catskill fly kept the body high
off the water where it was obscured by the (often too heavy)
hackle collar. This led some tyers to clip the hackle barbs from
the bottom of their flies and eventually produced parachute,
thorax and comparadun style flies as a replacement for the older
Catskill patterns.
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The bottom line in all this is therefore a simple one: with high
quality hackles it is unnecessary to be overly rigid about which
way you tie in the hackle. If one ways works better for you than
the other, by all means do it that way and forget tradition.
Results are what counts.
Dick
TU Fishing Outings
May 15th and 16th Deschutes River
(Trout Creek)
June 26th (and 27th) Timothy Lake
July 10th (and 11th) Gold Lake
August 21st and 22nd East Lake
September 16th - 22nd Fall River
October 9th and 10th Crooked River
Saturday, May 8th is Tree Planting Day
Once again TVTU has been invited to join the Clackamas River
chapter and USFS biologist Tom Horning to plant trees in the
Clackamas watershed. This year Tom has targeted three areas
along Anvil Creek, Tag Creek and Fish Creek--all Clackamas
River tributaries--to plant conifers and willow cuttings. It was
harder for Tom to find trees this year as the nurseries lost a lot of
trees during the hard, cold spell this winter. But we do have
several hundred to plant, and the game plan is to distribute them
at Tag Creek where they removed a culvert and some road last
summer near Riverside Campground, plant some at Fish Creek
(but not with a lot less walking and in in softer soil than last
time), and some more planting up on the other side of Anvil
Creek where we didn't plant very much before. If we have any
trees left, perhaps well do some planting by one or two
constructed side channels. This tree cover greatly benefits fish
and enhances watershed values. We are to meet Tom on Saturday
at 9am at the Estacada Ranger Station, just west of town. We'll
caravan from there. Bring sturdy footwear, gloves and dress for
spring mountain weather. Tools and hardhats will be provided.
And by all means pack a lunch and your fishing gear. We'll
finish by mid afternoon and have the rest of the day to explore
nearby lakes and streams. For more info, contact Tom Horning
at thorning@fs.fed.us.
Remember to Sign up New Members to Trout
Unlimited. It’s a great bargain for what they get. Especially at
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the half-off introductory membership at $17.50 Lots of people
aren’t members who would enjoy it.
We still get something for new member signups. New members
can sign up at www.tu.org/intro and entering code 633 for
Tualatin Valley chapter. If they prefer a paper membership
application, contact Erle to send it to them.

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Fishing for a New Public Image With the
Portland Trailblazers. By Hank Hosfield*
*Not a real guide, but I play one on television.
Given the choice between wealth and fame, I’ll take wealth every
time. Fame is over-rated. Fame is a burden. Fame is the shiny
patina popular culture wraps around celebrity to add meaning
and importance to lives that often have neither.
But here I am, riding the crest of the Portland Trailblazers’ latest
advertising campaign, featured prominently on both TV and
radio spots. If you haven’t seen me yet (where ya’ been?!), you
can see and hear all of the spots at Blazers.com.
Then again, you’re really not missing out on that much. The TV
spots feature me introducing new Blazers, Shareef Abdur-Rahim
and Dan Dickau to float tube fly-fishing. Damon Stoudamire also
shows up in one ad. The radio spot is me telling Shareef how I’m
going to catch a spring Chinook on a fly for him. These ads are
part of a bigger campaign to introduce the new Blazers to
Portland and the unique lifestyles of the Northwest. Other ads
feature Mayor Vera Katz, filmmaker Gus Van Sandt, musician
Thomas Lauderdale, along with local streetballers, mountain
bikers, kayakers, skateboarders and store people. The hope is
that these ads will portray the new Blazers as more connected to
the community, as likeable regular Joes.
So how did I
get mixed up
in all of this?
Someone I
used to work
with in
advertising--
one of my best
friends,
actually--
called me up
and asked me to help him out. He (John) and his partner (Glenn)
in Manhattan Beach had been hired by the Trailblazers Portland-
based ad agency, Nerve, to concept and direct the Blazers
campaign, and they had less than two weeks to get it shot. John
was a little under the gun. Knowing my distaste for the public
limelight and my disenchantment with professional athletes, he
didn’t think I’d go for it. But he was insistent that I was the
perfect guy for these spots. John said I’d be doing him a huge
favor, but he didn’t want me to do it unless I felt good about it.
Yeah, right. Of course I knew he was totally sincere, but he had
to know that the bonds of friendship had taken my refusal option
off the table. The last thing I told him before accepting was:
“You better make me look good.” He promised he would. He
also said he would make sure that my participation would be
painless. Then he sent me to a casting agent for my screen test.
I’d like to say that it was smooth sailing from here on out, but the
truth was that when I showed up at my appointed time for
casting, I sat on my butt in a warehouse in NW Portland waiting
in a long line of other hopefuls for over thirty minutes before
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anyone at the casting agency even said hello. I introduced
myself, explained my busy schedule and was told it would be at
least another 30 minutes before they could get to me. Then I got
up, said, “No, thanks” and walked out. Then I called my friend
John and told
him I was sorry,
but I wasn’t
going to be able
to do his spots. I
felt kind of bad,
but I couldn’t sit
around all day.
Those other
people waiting to
be cast were sent
there by their
agencies. That’s their job. I thought John might be upset with
me, but instead he apologized and called the casting agent
(whom he had hired) and explained emphatically that I was the
“director’s choice” for this role, and they should make the proper
accommodations ASAP. My screen test was rescheduled, and
when I arrived at the appointed time later that afternoon, within
a minute I was standing in front of a video camera.
I’m not a nervous guy. I don’t get intimidated by speaking in
front of large groups, nor do I geek when cameras are pointed my
way. I entered that studio full of confidence. Although most of
my advertising career has been behind the camera—usually way
behind, writing scripts--I’ve been on enough sets and in enough
ads to feel pretty comfortable in this environment. All I had to do
was follow directions. The first direction was to stand on the
blue spot, look into the camera and say my name, then turn
profile. Piece of cake. Next I was asked a few fly-fishing
questions while the camera rolled. It was matter-of-fact
conversation about what kind of rod I use, where I like to fish,
what kind of fish I like to fish for, and what was the biggest fish I
ever caught. No big deal, right? So how come I’m starting to
become hyperaware of how well I’m coming across? I don’t even
care if I get this job. In fact, I don’t really want it. I’m here doing
this as a favor to my friend. The next part of the audition was
me, looking off camera, doing a monologue about some aspect of
fishing. My instructions were to not look at the camera, but to
pretend like I was talking to someone nearby. That sounds easy.
It should be easy. I can talk and look in another direction. I do
this all the time in real life. So how come all of a sudden I feel
like a complete spazz? And why am I forgetting parts of my
story, and stammering? And from where did that flop sweat
come? Hello nerves. I wonder how bad this looks on camera.
But I hold it together and make the camera guy laugh a few times
with some intended humor, and get a big thumb’s up when we
wrap up shortly thereafter.
I called John later that evening to
tell him I bombed. But John had
already heard from the casting
director and was told I was
great—by far the best. What I
didn’t hear

from John until later was that he and his partner were not totally
comfortable with my casting for a different reason. John was a
little worried that I might go off at the shoot and tell the truth
about how I really feel about the Blazers. His partner, Glenn,
who doesn’t know me as well, but knew I was a possible loose
cannon, had total faith in me. By the way, my audition tape did
look a little nervous in parts to John and Glenn, but that’s just
because they know me so well they could notice I was a little off
my usual self. The Blazer folks who made the final casting
approvals thought I looked perfect.
I got a 1pm
call time for
the first
Tuesday in
March. We
were shooting
the spots at
Vancouver
Lake Park in
Washington.
The location
was a last
minute switch from a lake on Sauvie Island. We had to shoot
close to Portland because the Blazer players only had about five
or six hours of availability each day and there were multiple
location shoots around the city each day of filming. I’ll spare you
all the tedious details involved with putting together even a
single location shoot. Let’s just say our effort was a logistical
nightmare, and the producer earned his money.
The multiple-car accident near Delta Park that backed I-5 North
up three miles only made my arrival at the lake a few minutes
late—but way ahead of many other crew people. The good news
was we had perfect weather for the shoot. This was a huge
blessing, because NBA players tend to get fussy when you make
them sit in the rain. We didn’t need to launch this friendly new
campaign with frozen, wet, grumpy pups.
One of the most interesting things about this ad campaign is that
it came together without any formal scripts. We didn’t have lines
to read. In fact, we had very little blocking or any concrete idea
about where we were going. This was intentional, by design, to
add to the natural awkwardness of bringing professional athletes
who have just moved to a new and strange place together with
regular town folk. We were keeping it real. I didn’t even get to
meet the players before the cameras started rolling. They were
kept away, on the slope above the lake. My direction was to
greet them, explain what we were going to do, get them into their
gear and take them fishing. There were three cameras rolling
when the players started walking toward me at the truck where
we met, and those cameras kept rolling. There were no cuts or
retakes.
This would have been a good time to freak out. I mean if I were
going to tank, like I nearly did during auditions, this was when it
would have happened. Happily, I felt totally at ease, not a hint of
nerves. I didn’t even think about the cameras.
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Maybe that’s because one of my first concerns was whether or
not Shareef was going to fit into his waders. We honestly didn’t
know. The wardrobe gal found some 5XL neoprene waders
somewhere, but Shareef is 6’9”, and his foot is 16 or 17. If they
didn’t fit, I was instructed to make field alterations that involved
me cutting the toes off the waders and taping neoprene booties
on with duct tape. The director was actually secretly hoping
maybe this would be necessary, because it could be hilarious. But
it would more likely be a disaster, as we would have ended up
with a very cold and wet Shareef, who would have been more
than justified in telling us to go jump in the lake. Somehow, I
managed to squeeze him into his gear.
Getting Shareef into his float tube was another challenge. I can
see why he thought he wasn’t going to make it. To be honest, I
wasn’t sure if his U-boat was up to the task, either. It was rated
for 275 pounds, which I guesstimated to be just a few pounds to
spare for safety. Still, for a second I thought he was going to balk.
Then I cajoled him a little and he got in the lake. But he was
definitely out of his comfort zone.
Neither player had ever used a fly rod. Neither player lists any
kind of fishing as a hobby. Neither player was overly curious
about this new sport of fly-fishing, and I figured I’d be doing well
just to get them out on the lake to kick around. The thought of
teaching them how to fish, let alone catch a fish, barely entered
my mind. One of the grips actually covered the players’ hook
points with duct tape so they wouldn’t stick themselves. To
Dan’s credit, he saw the tape on his hook and took it off.
Most of my
time in the
lake was
spent
helping the
players
maneuver.
Early on
Shareef lost
a fin. I saw
it floating
near me; he didn’t say a thing. And its loss didn’t seem to
impede his already awkward progress. Then again, if you’ve got
size17 feet, do you really need fins? He spent the rest of the shoot
kicking around with one fin.
As they say in the credits, no animals were killed or injured in
any way during the production of this film. We (meaning me,
mostly, as I was the only one with a chance or a straight line)
didn’t touch a fish. We probably
weren’t even covering fish. But
there were some fish in the
lake—big ones. Lunker carp
were jumping in the distance.
Unfortunately, they were outside
of camera range. Carp can go
pretty well on a fly rod. That
would have been great to get on
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I was in the water with the players for about an hour. We
bantered back and forth a bit, and these genuine conversational
moments became the heart of the ads. Every now and then the
director would ask players questions to elicit more animated
responses, but they weren’t real talkative. That put more of the
conversational burden on me. Shareef kept saying: “We need
some worms.” There’s one ad titled “worms” that hasn’t aired
yet, where Shareef repeats this to me as I float by, and I shoot him
a half-withering glance and deadpan: “Yeah, maybe you do.”
One scene was staged involving Damon Stoudamire. The bit was
that we were encroaching on his secret water. He was put in a
float tube in the lake and filmed by the third unit, so I didn’t have
any interaction with him, even though we’re in the same ad
together. He didn’t know what he was doing out there any better
than my guys, but he did a decent job of faking it.
All of these spots really came together during editing. That was a
two-man job that didn’t involve me. Although I did insist again
that they make me look good. There were over 40 TV spots
edited together out of the film shot on this campaign. There are
seven fishing spots starring myself, and another ensemble titled
“Welcome to the Jungle” that features everyone that was in this
campaign. There was another whole evening of filming us at a
Blazer game that may show up somewhere, but I sort of doubt it
will be on TV, as it really didn’t match the tone of the unscripted
spots. I didn’t enjoy that, as it came off forced and stilted. I’m
just glad I got paid for an extra day of shooting.
So what did I get for doing this? Besides fame? I made non-
union scale. Feel free to look that up.
One of the fears I had about doing these ads was setting myself
up as some kind of fly-fishing authority. We all know there are a
number of frauds out there—usually they’re pimping some kind
of book or guide service. With the weight of media hype, I was
afraid that from here on out I’d be identified as Hank Hosfield,
Portland Fly Fisherman, as if I were the final word on the subject
in the minds of those who know little. I have enough humility to
admit that I regularly fish with people who are far more expert
than myself, and I regularly rub elbows with guys who are far
more deserving than me to be portrayed as fly-fishing pros. I
hope they’re not resentful of my little ad romp. I have to go back
and live in their world. I’d prefer not to be a joke for passing
myself off for more than I am.
The other fear I had was simply the worry of how I’d look next to
these athletes. Some may disagree, but even as low as the
Blazers’ star has fallen recently, I think NBA players hold solid
purchase to a certain level of cool that mere mortals can only
aspire to attain. You can’t deny their stardom. And if you try to
upstage them you will only look more ridiculous. Oh, how I long
for the sweet comfort of obscurity.
My debut came suddenly. I was with friends in Lil'
Cooperstown, a sports bar in NE Portland, watching my Ducks
lose a Pac-10 semifinal to Stanford on the big screen. Later on,
Glenn and his editor Matt were going to meet us there and bring
by dubs of my spots. I didn’t have to wait that long. On another
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set showing the Blazer game the screen was filled with my mug.
There was no audio, but my friends were screaming so loud no
one could have heard anyway. I saw three spots broadcast
featuring me that night, including one that Glenn later explained
hadn’t even been approved by the client. Who knows how it got
released. From what I could see, the spots looked pretty good.
But it is a very strange feeling to be out in public next to people
who recognize you as the guy talking to them from the TV they’re
watching.
One of the most frequently asked questions I get from people
about this gig is, “Were the players nice?” The short answer is
“yes.” But professional athletes are not like normal folks. Glenn
has worked all over the world with many athletes for many years
on many shoots, and has seen it all. He’s had soccer players in
Brazil blow off shoots for days at a time. Which is very
expensive, but may not be as bad as the times athletes or their
agents decide to rewrite their lines, get their posse involved, or
refuse all direction. Modern professional athletes with
guaranteed contracts have very few people to answer to in this
world. They tend to be surrounded by yes men. The only time
they hear “no” is when they ask: “Will I ever be held
accountable?” That kind of pampering tends to make one rather
blasé and disconnected from the real world. One can expect to
get “big timed.” Thankfully, these new Blazers are as close to
regular people as professional athletes can be. I worked with
Dan Dickau and Shareef Abdur-Rahim, and they were great
sports. And we asked a lot of them. They weren’t getting
anything for being in these commercials. This was an extra
distraction at a critical juncture of the season. They subjected
themselves to this imposition in order to amend the team’s image
within the community. But I wouldn’t characterize their
participation as eager, or their experience as fun, nor did my two
hours on the set or in the lake with them forge new bonds of
friendship. But they were nice guys. Not at all hard to get along
with, and people I’ll feel good about rooting for in seasons to
come.
So how is my new fame settling in? Interestingly enough, I
haven’t had a lot of people recognize me. That may be Portland.
We don’t make a big fuss over celebrity. The famous are
relatively
unmolested
here. Of
course, some
of them go to
extremes to
avoid us. The
guy who
produced my
radio spot was
recently
chased out of a
NE Portland boutique by Britney Spears’ gigantic bouncer. He
didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to go in there; the door was
open. As for me, I’m keeping a low profile. Stripped of the safe
comfort of anonymity, I’m trying to not to get spotted doing
something outrageous. I’m on my best behavior. Not even the
inconsiderate morons who fuel

our road rage will get me to lift a finger. It occurs to me that my
distaste for the trappings of hype makes me appreciate even more
the safe harbor that awaits when I retreat to still waters.
How are the ads going over with the public? So far the buzz is
pretty good. They got some good ink from The Oregonian’s
Jason Quick right after they broke. The feedback from the Blazers
and the ad folks is very positive. The public seems to like them,
and they seem to like the direction the team is heading—aside
from not making the playoffs for the first time in 22 years. All
things considered, the campaign seems to be a hit. And all of my
worries seem to be unfounded.
Just the same, if this is my fifteen minutes, I fear I’ve squandered
it very, very badly. Hank
PS--You can also see all of the ads and a bunch of other cool stuff
at johnandglenn.com.
How to Bag a Bug
Andy Andrews
Most aquatic insects hatch under water and may live there for
one to four years before Mother Nature rips them out of their
exoskeleton, and changes them into flying adults. Within
minutes they go from breathing dissolved oxygen with the use of
gills, to breathing in an oxygen-saturated environment. They
have spent most of their lives in a relatively temperature
controlled liquid world, but their short adult life is lived in a
world of wide temperature swings from night to day. It’s no
wonder that the adult flies we see above the water line live only a
few days before they die.
Sampling of aquatic insects and subsequent record keeping can
be used to tell us the condition of a stream. For instance, if a
large percentage of a stream sample contains October Caddis, this
is generally an indicator that the stream is in fairly good
condition. Also, generally, stone fly nymphs will be found only
in healthy waterways.
I have no intention of trying to teach a class on entomology in
this article. What I hope to do is give you some information so
that you can start investigating water-born insect life during your
more quite moments on a stream. Listed below is what I consider
the bare-bones equipment that you will need to start on this
adventure (and yes, I know that your wife has looked at your
fishing vest and is convinced that you own an entire fly shop).
1 – aquarium net – available in most pet stores ($3.00)
1 – ice cube tray, white in color (not clear, but WHITE)
If you steal one from home, be sure to wash the tray carefully
before making ice cubes for your next party. Otherwise your
guests my find a few ‘objects of conversation’ in their drink.
1 – eyedropper (usually sold in pairs at the drug store for around
$2)
1 – pair of tweezers
1 – turkey baster (refer to the note on cleaning of the ice cube
tray)
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1 – magnifying glass (the bottom of a beer bottle is not an
acceptable magnifying device)
1 – Identification booklet
Oregon Trout sells a great compact booklet, chock full of
information for about $17. The booklet contains descriptions and
color photos of 45 of the most common macro invertebrates
Reference books on macro invertebrates can also be found in
most fly-fishing shops.
A note on the turkey baster, eyedropper suggestion: eyedroppers
can be too small and the baster can be too big. I finally broke
down and purchased a trout stomach pump ($10 – three times the
price of any similar device) that seems to be a more universal size
when collecting samples. It has a clip that allows me to attach it
to my vest so I won’t set it down, and then accidentally step on it.
It’s possible that the guys who sell the eyedroppers had us in
mind when they put two-per package.
If you want a collection net that is larger than the aquarium size,
you can make your own by using two wood dowels and some
screening purchased from Home Depot. Just attach each edge of
the screening to a dowel, leaving a few inches at the bottom of
each dowel free of the screen so you can push the dowels into the
bottom of the creek. If your not into building your own net, dial
up the Acorn Naturalist on the internet and you will find they
have pages of aquatic collection devices, including nets of various
sizes.
Collection technique is more important than fancy equipment.
Since bugs don’t like to be eaten by fish, or their own kind, they
have a tendency to stay hidden in the bottom of the streambed.
Hold your net down-stream from your chosen collection point,
say a riffle. Upstream from your collection net, drag you foot or
hand through the gravel and turn over the larger rocks. Gently
wipe the surface of the rocks washing off any insect life, allowing
it to float downstream into the net. The foot dragging, rock
washing can take place anywhere from several inches to several
feet from your net. Seldom will you see much insect life in the
net until you empty the contents into the ice cube tray. Hint: be
sure to add a little water to the tray before you dump your net.
At this point, use tweezers or baster to separate out all the insects
that look to be similar into separate compartments of the ice cube
tray. Pull out your I.D. booklet and see how many insects you
can identify. With some practice of collecting and identifying
macro invertebrates, you should be able to tell if the stream is
healthy or having a problem. Andy
UPCOMING Newsletter Material
We need material for upcoming issues. We would enjoy having
some other guest FLY-of-the-Month tying and using articles of
your favorite flies. I would also like some GEAR opinions about
various rods, reels, lines, leaders, gadgets, etc., of fly fishing and
what you like and dislike. Opinions are all we ask for. It doesn’t
have to be scientifically tested, just your experience and opinions
are worth hearing. How about an article about some fishing
experiences that are somewhat unique to women? Or how about
an article about a child’s fishing experience? How about a review
of a great guided trip showing what a great guide does and
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frequently”. Add to that the omnipresent questions regarding
food and water sanitation in that part of the world, and the
political and financial uncertainties that have become
characteristic of the region.)

In spite of the prospect of landing in Flats Fishing Paradise, I was

reluctant to have any grand expectations considering that we
really didn’t know where we would be at any given time. But as
the trip neared, one question kept coming to mind: “When the
hell will I next have an opportunity to go flats fishing in the
Caribbean?” I could already taste the regret that I would feel if I
didn’t make a legitimate effort to make it happen.

Asking around in a panic less than a week from departing, I

finally happened upon some fishing opportunities around
Cancun itself and also on Cozumel, the famed island destination
TVTU board members Jerry Heppell and Hank Hosfield demonstrate fly
tying for4th and 5th grade students at the TU booth during the 11th of many cruise lines and located a short distance south of
Annual Children¹s Clean Water Expo at PCC. Photo by TU Program Cancun. This was a relief considering that I’d had limited success
Assistant Erin Barnholdt getting definitive information from folks in Belize. Figuring that
we could at least lock down the departure date from Cancun, I
hurriedly convinced Tim to commit to a day fishing for bonefish
Cozumel, Mexico Opportunism - on Cozumel for the day after we left Cancun, and I made
Steelheader in Paradise arrangements with a local guide and hotel. Apparently there
Rod Lundberg aren’t as many bonefish in that part of the Yucatan, but they tend
to be measurably larger than those found in the more famed
When faced with an opportunity, the first thought that typically
fisheries of Belize. We were at the early end of the season, but I
crossed my mind in the past was: “Change Is Bad”. More recently
was assured that fishing had been good.
I’ve decided to make a conscious effort to take advantage of
opportunities as they present themselves. As of a year ago, I’d
A few days and many drinks later, Nacho picked us up at our
hardly been more than 100 miles outside of the Lower 48.
Cozumel hotel at 5:30 a.m., and we were soon gunning through a
spine-compressing chop caused by some pretty fierce winds as
The past year has brought a number of travel opportunities my
the sun rose through breaks in a threatening grey sky. The wind
way. Europe, Alaska, and Hawaii were all great experiences, for
would continue to be a factor of frustration throughout the day
reasons as varied as the destinations. For the most part, none of
(though the clouds eventually yielded to clear skies) and it
these trips required any planning on my part; they literally fell
sounds like it rarely abates on the island this time of year. I got
into my lap. In each case, a friend or acquaintance said, “Hey,
the first crack on the bow after reaching our destination, which
would you want to go to ____________?” (Technically, my sister’s
was one of several large lagoons on the north end of the island.
November wedding on the Big Island was really not a decision to
After what seemed like an eternity, poling through the mangrove
make so much as an order to follow. But a welcome one at that.)
islands, we located a large school of tailing fish.
The logistics were pretty much taken care of, and as a bonus,
most of the trips included fishing in one form or another.
We had strung up the rods in transit: both were 8-weight St.
Croix’s fitted with Scientific Anglers reels, floating line, and
Most recently, a former college mate called and asked, “How
about 12 feet of leader terminating in pretty stout tippet of at least
about Spring Break in Mexico?” My first thought in this case was
10 pound test. Nacho had given me a pink Crazy Charlie to tie
that I might be just a little bit too old for that scene. But I posed
on.
the scenario to my friend Tim. He and I had had delusions of
getting to Carnival in Brazil this past winter, but that was looking
“Bonefeesh! Cast! Cast!” This was definitely trial by fire. There
more and more improbable. Coincidentally, Tim had changed
had been little to no instruction as to presentation or placement.
gears and was already thinking about a scuba diving trip to the
My heart-racing first cast failed to reach its target as a gust of
Bay Islands of Honduras just off the Caribbean coast. In relatively
wind caught the fly line and dropped it in a pile well short of the
short order, we had a nearly three week trip penciled together
fish. The school still seemed to react for the worse, though
that included an overland route from Cancun south into Belize,
curiously they didn’t scatter. “Cast ageen! Cast ageen!” Panicked,
then Guatemala, and into Honduras.
I tried to place my second, hurried cast to the right of the pod. I
wasn’t sure if I would be able to cast close enough to this
The idea of traveling quickly while crossing several international
extremely spooky pod of fish for them to be able to see my fly.
borders relying on a bus (and possibly skiff) network of unknown
Bonefish hunt the bottom, which means that their feeding zone is
reliability and not knowing where the next bed would be was a
a small window no more than two feet in front of
bit intimidating for this neophyte traveler. (In fact, one of the
travel guides stated that “bus companies and schedules change

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their nose. They seemed to be milling about, without a clear
direction of travel that I could use to my advantage.
My cast turned over a bit more gracefully with the fly landing a
few feet from the right edge of the school. They reacted in a
similar fashion but they still didn’t scatter, and in fact seemed to
move collectively toward my fly. I really felt out of my element,
compounded by the fog of a slight hangover, and I wasn’t sure
how, or if, to react.
“Streep! Streep!” The one instruction we had been given was
how to retrieve: strip, strip … … strip, strip in 4- to 6-inch back-
to-back twitches followed by a pause. I began ‘streeping’, and
there was no snap or even tremor in my line, but I had that
angler’s sense of a ‘disturbance in the force’. So I set the hook.
And all hell broke loose.
What incredible fish - and worthy of all praise heaped upon
them. I finally landed my first bonefish after several searing runs
across the flats. They’re not huge, but an 8 weight is definitely not
too much rod. According to Nacho, I was “muy, muy suerte” to
hook up in spite of my casting.
The lagoon setting itself was tremendous – a seemingly unending
complex of mangrove islands and shallow bays, teeming with
shorebirds; wading birds such as spoonbills, egrets, and herons;
and even raptors like the familiar osprey. I felt like I was muy,
muy suerte as well. Rod
Congratulations Everybody!
U.S. Forest Service, Region 6, 2003 Rise
to the Future Award for
Recreation/Fisheries Accomplishments
has been awarded to Tualatin Valley TU
Chapter and Clackamas River Chapter!
Tom Horning, of the Forest Service, says he is very excited for
this great recognition of both Chapters and all the hard work that
members have invested in fisheries projects and the on-going
project involvement in the Clackamas River Watershed. Great
job by all concerned.
Congrats! - Tom Horning
Ps.. Let’s go plant more trees and fix more streams. Way to go.
Besides, the projects are fun. Lets do more…..
Editors Note: Thanks again, Hank. I would again like to repeat
my many thanks to Hank for all his contributions. As this issue
again attests, he has contributed a lot. Although not as much as
he would like to see himself do, it’s more than the rest of us by
many factors. For the rest of you, it would be nice for TU to be
one of your “BIG Rocks,” but even being a small rock or sand
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would help a very good cause and be quite fun for you.
Hank, we’ll see you working on the Board. We’ll keep you
busy…….
HONEY-GLAZED SALMON with
HUCKLEBERRY BEURRE BLANC
Recipe from Donna Heppell
Makes 2 servings
Marinade (2):
1½ cups water
3 tablespoons kosher salt
1 cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
1 tablespoon minced fresh ginger
3 bay leaves
1 tablespoon liquid smoke
1 teaspoon crushed whole allspice
Beurre blanc (2):
¼ cup champagne vinegar
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
¾ cup white wine
1 tablespoon chopped challots
1 tablespoon whole peppercorns
2 bay leaves
1½ cups whipping cream
1 stick butter, chilled and cut into 8 pieces
½ cup fresh huckleberries, divided
Salmon:
8 ounces salmon fillet (3) or steaks
1 tablespoons honey
To prepare marinade: Combine water, salt, sugar, ginger, bay
leaves, liquid smoke and allspice in a glass or non-aluminum
pan. Add salmon, cover and marinate in the refrigerator about 8
hours, turning several times.
To prepare beurre blanc: In a non-aluminum saucepan, boil
vinegars, white wine, shallots, peppercorns and bay leaves until
mixture is reduced in volume to 2 to 3 tablespoons. Add cream,
boil and reduce to 1 cup.
Remove from heat and, using a wire whisk, immediately beat
in 2 tablespoons of butter. Set saucepan over very low heat and,
beating constantly, continue to add pieces of butter as the pieces
are almost creamed into the sauce.
Remove from the heat. Add most of the huckleberries,
reserving a few for garnish.
To prepare salmon: Prepare grill according to manufacturer’s
instructions. Remove salmon from marinade and pat dry.
Grill, basting with honey, until just done. Check after 6
minutes per inch thickness; if not done, continue grilling until
fish flakes.
Garnish with borage flowers for contrasting color effect.
To serve: Pour a pool of beuree blanc on two warm plates.
Place half of salmon on each. Garnish with reserved
huckleberries.
Note: The Beurre Blanc is also good on chicken breast.
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Tualatin Valley Trout Unlimited

May/June 2004
Oficers
President: Hank Hosfield
228-6553 hankh@imagina.com

Vice-President
Kevin Connolly 860 6355
Kevinconnolly1@aol.com
Alex Barkume - 642-7024
Treasurer: Rod Lundberg
alexbarkume@comcast.net
291-5308 rplundberg@hotmail.com
Andy Andrews
Board of Directors:
Raddicio@aol.com 646-2375

Eric Thompson 297-0718

anglingeric@msn.com
Erle Norman 293-6006
Dick Rohrbaugh caddis2000@hotmail.com
rbaugh@lclark.edu 636-3877 Membership Chair

Jerry Heppell
jheppell@teleport.com
639-9408

Seth Isenberg 293-3290

sbisenberg@comcast.net