THE TROUT LINE
Tualatin Valley Chapter News
JULY/AUGUST 2005
Chapter Meetings are held at the LUCKY
LABRADOR on the second Wednesday 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 or website. Lucky Labrador, Multnomah
Village, 7675 SW Capitol Hwy. Portland, (503) 244-2537.
Food and Beverages available.
Board of Directors Meetings held just prior to our
monthly Chapter meeting at 5:30pm at the Lucky Lab.
Wednesday, July 13 Annual Picnic
On The Tualatin River. 6:00pm.
Instead of our regular meeting, our July program is a
potluck picnic at Cook Park in Tigard. Cook Park is
located on SW 92 south of Durham Road in Tigard. It is
directly south of Tigard High School. Head west just past
Tigard HS on SW Durham Road and turn south at the
traffic light onto SW 92nd. Follow 92nd about a half mile
as it goes downhill and curves to the left and dead ends
into the park. We have reserved picnic shelter #3 which is
at the very end of the park road just to the left of the boat
ramp. This is also called the riverside picnic shelter. You
can't miss the picnic shelter. It is the only structure down
there by the boat ramp. There are paved parking areas.
We will have a grill with burgers and dogs and buns.
Please bring a side dish, and/or a dessert or salad that
feeds six. Let us know what category of food you’re
bringing. Call or email, a Board Member, Officer.
We have reserved the picnic shelter #3 from 6pm until
9pm. We hope to have everyone dining by 6:30pm.
Bring your families and friends. RSVP if you can.
Bring your fly rod if you would like to share some
casting tips or want some help.
NO AUGUST MEETING….GO FISHING
Wednesday, September 14
Bernie Taylor and Biological Time.
Bernie will show that salmon have precisely timed
movements, and critical events such as spawning, that
can be calculated to almost the day. His program
chronicles the life of a salmon and weaves in stories of
how native peoples gauged the strength and movements
of the runs. This program is not only helpful for the
angler who is looking to better plan his fishing excursions
but also for the conservationist interested in learning
more about the nature of animals. The presentation goes
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beyond the right flies and terminal tackle, delivering an
extraordinary perspective on how these animals navigate
time and space. Bernie Taylor, author, fisherman, fly tyer,
is a widely traveled lecturer and writer whose work has
appeared in magazines such as Fly Fisherman, American
Angler, North American Fisherman. He is the author of
two books: Big Trout (2002) and his recently released
Biological Time (2004).
The Hope for Fly Fishing Clubs in
Our Future. By Hank Hosfield
I’m one of the lucky ones. I grew up in a place and time
that bordered on the good old days. When big fish stories
were close to fact. When there were wild trout in the
rivers that coursed through my hometown of Eugene,
Oregon. When the crazy guys with fly rods who chased
them were more concerned about sportsmanship than the
size of their catch. And when a group of conservation-
minded fly anglers came together to found the Federation
of Fly Fishers. My father is one of them.
The house I grew up in was filled with fly fishing books,
fly fishing artwork, a fly tying room, and often frequented
by my dad’s fly fishing cohorts—many of whom were
quite well-known in fly fishing circles.
I can still picture Polly Rosborough holding forth in our
living room. Even as unique a character as he was, he
found many kindred spirits who were more or less of one
mind when it came to fly fishing, who shared similar
radical ideas like limiting your kill, not killing your limit;
and that a game fish was too valuable a commodity to be
caught just once. But as strongly as they held to such
philosophies, they were even more avid disciples, eagerly
willing to share their considerable hard-earned knowledge
of fly fishing with any decent sort who wanted to learn.
It’s not surprising that they would see the value in
forming fly fishing clubs that would further their skills
and knowledge, promote their sport, inculcate outdoor
values, conserve the resource and foster camaraderie.
I couldn’t wait to join a club. Unfortunately, the McKenzie
Fly Fishers didn’t allow children in their ranks; nor
women, either. A guy had to be voted in. And once he
was in, he had to actively participate in a goodly number
of club outings, projects and events in order to keep his
membership. Clearly, such membership was a privilege
only a fool would forsake. At least it seemed so to me, as
one who caught many fleeting glimpses of the fly fishing
fun to be had rubbing shoulders with such august anglers.
Not to mention, the fly fishing wisdom I’d attain.

Fly fishing has been somewhat demystified since then.
For those coming to the sport today, it’s probably hard to
imagine a time when the nearest fly shop for anyone living
in the West was in Livingston, Montana. I recall my dad
making a mad dash for it from the Livingston depot
during a short stop on our summer train trip to Ohio in
1965. I think he bought fly tying materials. Otherwise,
what little fly tying stuff that was available came from
Eastern sporting goods dealers such as Herter’s. These
days a fellow can find a world of excellent fly tying and fly
fishing products nearly everywhere. What he’s less apt to
find is the generosity of spirit that was ever-present in the
old guard who formed the bulk of the fly fishing clubs
and conservation groups dedicated to native fish and wild
habitat.
While there have never been more fly fishing clubs than
what we have today, their membership is changing in
fundamental ways that have many of us concerned about
their future existence. How so? Primarily, they’re graying.
It won’t be too long before many club meetings will
appear nearly indistinguishable from canasta night at the
senior center. And as these venerable old rods shuffle off,
they’re not being replaced by new blood in any significant
numbers. Isn’t this a rather strange trend for a sport
riding a growing wave of popularity? What happened to
all of the prospective new, young members?
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surveys measuring leisure hours suggest they don’t lack
time nearly as much as they perhaps lack commitment.
Nevertheless, I expect fly fishing to continue to gain
popularity, and that’s a good thing. According to wardens
and wildlife officials, fly anglers take better care of the
resource, tend to obey regulations and have fewer
squabbles with other anglers. Growing numbers of fly
anglers will likely lead to designation of more fly-fishing-
only waters. Such designations often improve the
resource.
I also don’t expect fly fishing clubs to disappear.
(Although, logically, I can’t make a very convincing
argument for this belief considering the current prevailing
trend.) But if fly fishing clubs were to die off, what would
we really lose?
Fly fishing clubs are still the best places to learn about
local waters. In fact, clubs often adopt local streams and
organize clean-ups and perform many other enhancement
and conservation projects. Clubs also often promote
vigorous political activism—especially at the grassroots
level. They also often raise funds for projects that fish
and wildlife agencies lack the money to do alone. Even
more, they champion sporting and outdoor ethics, and
promote a greater consciousness about giving back.

I submit that a river ran through them. That lovely movie I personally enjoyed many benefits of club membership.
Robert Redford made out of Norman McLean’s novella Not the least of which is the gratification I feel about
inspired the beginning of a rush of new people to take up perpetuating the good works started by others who sought
fly fishing. But unlike previous newcomers to fly fishing, to preserve the rich wild heritage that I still enjoy today.
many in this new wave came with no previous fishing As a fly angler, I feel obligated to protect this bounty for
background. They didn’t grow up with fly fishing; they the next generation. It is my great hope that future fly
were sold on it. (Have you ever noticed how many fishers will feel similarly indebted. If so, then perhaps
different TV commercials feature somebody fly fishing?) they’ll also rediscover the value of club membership.
And what these neophytes to fly fishing lacked in angling
experience they made up for in new money, and this influx I can’t envision a bright future for fly fishing without such
of Yuppie capital helped create a broader fly fishing dedicated involvement. It’s our best hope to relive the
market, one of whose byproducts was a new way in which good old days. Hank
new anglers learned the sport and related to fly fishing.
Initiations that previously occurred in fly fishing clubs
were now available through many new outlets in the form
of fly shops, guide trips, private waters and a host of new
media including many more books and magazines, videos,
and (gasp) the internet. Aren’t these all wonderful sources
of information? Well, yes and no. I don’t think I’m the
first person to suggest that some of the folks selling this
new product might care less about the sport than they do
growing their slice of the market. But more important
than this is the more insular relationships that are being
cultivated for these new fly anglers by this new market.
They’re inherently more selfish. And why bother with a
fishing club when you can buy everything you need?

The fastest growing demographic in the entire

sportfishing industry is women fly anglers. They aren’t
joining clubs, either. When asked why, many say they’re
intimidated by the predominantly male membership.
(That graying trend isn’t helping, either.) They also say
that they have no use for club activities, because they only
fish with their husbands or boyfriends, anyway.

So what are these 40-and-under-somethings doing instead

of joining clubs? Many are busy with careers and families.
But are they busier that previous generations? Recent David Edens and Deschutes Rainbow
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Fly of the Month: Scud Nymph
Alex Barkume
This month’s fly of the month is the Scud nymph. Scuds
are shrimp-like macro-invertebrates that can be found
almost anywhere there is water and plants. Like the trout
they feed, they seem to grow bigger and faster in slightly
alkaline waters east of the Cascades. They range in size
from ~1/4” to 5/8” making them a bite-size mouthful of
protein. Scud are fast swimmers and swim on their sides,
so if you’re lake fishing, you might try a burst of rapid,
short pulls with pauses every few pulls. Of course, I’ve
also taken fish on this pattern with slow pulls too.
When alive, scuds vary in color from tan to olive-gray.
This pattern is also tied in a pinkish-tan color, the color of
a scud that has died. Some places, like Crooked River,
have a very dense population of these critters. They
don’t live long so there are always some of the dead bugs
floating downstream.
Scud Nymph
Originator: Unknown
Hook: Tiemco 2457 or equivalent curved “scud”
hook – sizes 12 to 16.
Thread: 6/0 thread, color to match the body or
tan.
Tail (opt): few wisps of Wood Duck
Ribbing: black or copper wire, or some use clear
monofilament
Shellback: A 1/8” thick strip of sandwich bag (1 bag
will last forever)
Body: Hareline antron dubbing – gray, olive, tan,
etc. plus mixtures of each (olive-gray,
tannish-gray, etc. Also try mixing 1 part
pink or orange with 3 parts tan dubbing
for dead scud.
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starting to tie this pattern is to make the body
too thick.
• Try using the “hook” piece of Velcro to do the
teasing. It works slick!
I headed down-river of a small eastern Oregon trout
stream to a small boulder-filled run through a bend in the
river. This stream is wadeable nearly anywhere in this
section, with a deep hole being maybe 5 feet deep or so.
The head of the pool was a boulder-patch where the riffles
where only 18” to 24” deep. The current gradually slowed
and deepened at the center of the pool 15 yards below.
The fishing had been so-so on a dry caddis, as I had
fished my way down to this pool known to be a good
producer at times. I took off the caddis and tied on a
tannish-pink size 14 scud weighted slightly with a micro-
shot. I placed a yarn indicator about 3” short of what I
figured the bottom depth to be and started fishing. Fish
came quickly and they were strong. This water is fairly
alkaline and the desert rainbows out here grow fast and
fat. Many of the fish were 14 inches and up. An
occasional 17”-18” fish provided heart-pounding
excitement. I fished the pool hard looking for that even
bigger trophy. Oh yes, fish over 5lbs come out of here on
occasion.
I spent about 3 hours fishing that pool before the sun
started to set behind the canyon walls. The fishing
slowed a bit, but never stopped.
With my arm aching and my fishing-jag satisfied, I headed
back up the river to the truck. I satisfied in knowing that
I never had to change pattern, the scud was dyn-o-mite!
As you probably suspect, I never leave home without ‘em.
Tight Lines, Alex

1. Tie in a few wisps of wood-duct – leaving fairly

long (hook gape) as they represent the feelers.
Optional, however, the fly is effect without the
tail.
2. Tie in a 3” piece of wire or clear monofilament.
3. Tie in a 3” piece of clear baggy material (1/8”
wide).
4. Dub a fairly thin body with the dubbing tapering
downward slightly as you go forward. The head
resides at the back-end of this pattern. .
5. Pull the baggie material forward and lash down at
the head.
6. Wrap the wire or monofilament in fairly evenly
spaced wraps. Tie off at the head.
7. Whip-finish and put a drop of cement on the head
to finish.
8. When dry, tease out some of the fibers on the
underside of the hook. These will act as legs.

Hints:
• Cut up a bunch of baggy material prior to starting
to tie this pattern. Doing this up-front saves time
in the long run.
• Make sure to keep the body dubbing fairly thin –
the most common mistake I see by folks just

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Fly Tyer’s Corner Dick Rohrbaugh and happen to have a rifle bore cleaner that works
well too. Dick
Over the years tyers have accumulated a lot of creative
ideas. In tying, like everything else, experience is always
the best teacher. Here are a new set of tips to try the next
time you tie.
Scheduled Outings – 2005
Materials If you tie a lot of dry flies and use a lot of
Let’s Go Fishing
hackle you are well familiar with the cost of a prime Listed below are the Trout Unlimited outings scheduled
hackle neck. The good stuff is spendy. But if you tie for 2005. If you have any questions concerning the trips,
hackled flies in a wide variety of sizes, particularly a lot of please feel free to contact Andy Andrews for more
very small sizes, a prime neck is the way to go. information. Andy’s phone is 503 – 969 – 2246 (cell) or
his email address is Glen_Andrews@STService.net .
However, if you tie a lot of flies of the same size, or
perhaps the same two sizes, a quality saddle is a much July 23rd and 24th Mouth of The Deschutes
better buy than a neck. The high quality saddle hackles August 13th and14th East Lake
now available from a number of suppliers will tie more
flies at lower cost and do a better job to boot. It is September 21st thru 28th Fall River
possible to buy saddle hackles down to size 18, though October 22/23 th
Crooked River
most saddles offer at least two sizes and sometimes (note some changes from last issue)
three. With a single high quality saddle feather you can Prior to each trip there will be a posting on the web page
tie a half dozen flies and have them all come out very with the details of the scheduled outing. Please join us
uniform in size. They wind beautifully and offer good for a weekend or a day. We will be looking forward to
stiff, high-count barbules that are a delight to use. The seeing you. Andy
bottom line is that the feather quality of a good saddle is
every bit as good as the best neck hackles you can buy.

Techniques With caddis season approaching on the

Deschutes and elsewhere it is time to get busy on caddis Remember to Sign up New Members to
patterns. Perhaps the best known pattern is Al Troth’s Elk Trout Unlimited. It’s a great bargain for what they
Hair Caddis. As originally tied, Troth tied in a piece of get. Especially at the half-off introductory membership at
fine gold wire, dubbed a body, and then tied in a hackle at $17.50 Lots of people aren’t members who would enjoy it.
the front of the hook. The hackle was palmered back to
We still get something for new member signups. New
the rear of the body and then counter-wrapped with the
members can sign up at www.tu.org/intro and entering
gold wire to hold it down. The object of wrapping the
code 633 for Tualatin Valley chapter. If they prefer a
hackle front-to-back was to get the larger barbules in front
paper membership application, contact Erle to send it to
and a tapered look as the hackle was wrapped back
them.
toward the hook bend. The counter-wrapped wire held the
hackle in place and allowed it to be tied off at the back of
the hook.

All that works well, but is really unnecessary. If you tie

with tapered neck feathers it may be the best way to go.
But if you use saddle hackles that offer a long hackle with
uniform length barbules, just tie in the hackle, dub the
body and palmer the hackle forward in the usual manner.
There is then no wire to weigh down the fly and one step
in the tying process has been eliminated.

As always when palmering caddis flies, four wraps is

enough. Too much hackle and your fly will float too high
in the water. The object is to keep the body of the fly in
the film.

Tools and Equipment If you tie large nymphs

such as those to match the Salmon Fly or Golden
Stone, you will be putting lots of dubbing on the
hook to form the body. We covered dubbing
techniques last month, but here is an idea about
dubbing tools. If you want the dubbing to look
Seth smiles in gratitude for Deschutes beauty
shaggy you can comb it out with a dubbing teaser.
Dubbing teasers are sold commercially, but you can
also make your own. A small piece of Velcro glued to
a popsicle stick works very nicely. If you are a hunter
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where, and when to fish for the big Bull Trout of the
TROUT UNLIMITED STATE PROJECT Metolius.
ON LAKE CREEK
Eric Thompson
The Deschutes Basin Land Trust hosted this years’
state project, which took place on Lake Creek near Camp
Sherman. Lake Creek is a major tributary of the Metolius
River, home to Rainbows, Cutthroat, Bull, Brown Trout
and someday . . . Salmon. Trout Unlimited volunteers
from all over the state participated, with a major showing
from Tualatin Valley and Clackamas Chapters. The site
was on the newly acquired Metolius Preserve, spanning
nearly two full sections of land, 1240 acres. Two of the
goals of Land Trust for this preserve are: Enhance and
restore fish and wildlife habitat, and provide for public
interpretation and education concerning forest and fish
issues.

Later that night, possibly around 2 a.m., the camp had an

intruder. No one knew what kind of animal it was for
sure, maybe it was an evolved species of squirrel with
opposable thumbs and good use of tools. Of course, we
didn’t know about it until next morning. Anyways, the
thief snuck into camp, opened up a gallon of Crown Royal,
drank it all and put the lid right back on like nothing had
happened.

Well, the weather for Friday and Saturday was a

welcome relief from the constant downpours of late. On
Saturday, it was just plain hot. Some of us concentrated
on the “providing for the public education” part of the
goals, building a classroom-style stump arena for
students to sit on while learning about forest issues (see
photo). Others lifted heavy rocks and hauled them around
in order to build a stone kiosk structure for the preserve
(see photo of high-powered Rock Hauler). We also planted
native grasses over an old roadbed to bring that quadrant
back to a natural condition. Mostly we carried heavy
things, dug in dirt with shovels, chopped stuff with picks
and ho-dads, and got real dirty. It was all great fun, since
Amanda from the Trust had everything so organized we
didn’t have to do any big-time thinking.
On Saturday evening when all the work was done
and we were back at camp, we got a special treat. Jeff
Perrin from the fly shop in Sisters put on a one hour
presentation on exactly ‘How to Fish The Metolius and
Catch Something.” No, that wasn’t actually the title, just On Sunday, some of us fished the river. A couple
my interpretation. Jeff pointed out just how intricate the of us tried to fish Lost Lake at Santiam Pass, but the usual
hatches and fish behavior in this river can be, pointing out pattern had returned, and we got snowed out.
rather philosophically that, if you catch one or two fish in Eric
a day, then be happy. He also showed us some of his fly
patterns, which must have included about every life cycle
of every insect of every century that ever existed on the
river. He also gave us a lot of good information on how,

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Pulp Fiction Fishing, a.k.a.
Everything in Germany’s the same,
just a little bit different…
Seth Isenberg
A recent trip to Germany for business prompted me to
create this list. This was my first visit to Germany and I
enjoyed it immensely. On the next trip in May, I’ll be
prepared in multiple ways.
1. Smoker’s Heaven – Smoky airports, restaurants
and public spaces reign
2. The car/highway dichotomy – Fast BMWs,
Mercedes, Audis and a few Porsches in the far left
lane (unlimited speed - @ 130 mph cruising) with
bimbo boxes (like my Opel Meriva, Smartcars, tiny
Fords, SEATS, Renaults, etcs) in the middle and
right lane. I needed some extra hamsters as I
tried to push that Opel along at a sustained speed
of @ 100 mph.
3. Only 1 car in 200 is an SUV, and a small to
midsize one at that.
4. Diesel technology – diesels are everywhere, even in
the big BMWs. The high fuel costs (over $5.00
USD/gallon) make diesels attractive. They get
higher mileage and diesel fuel is less expensive
than gasoline.
5. Pay toilets at the Autohausen (rest stops) on the
Autobahnen (highways). € 0.50 to use the toilet
(albeit a cool self-cleaning one in a nice facility).
6. Bidets (a positive after a long trip on a
plane…………..)
7. Really heavy meat (schwein, schwein and more
schwein) in traditional cooking. Germans like
pork – a lot.
8. Full frontal male nudity on broadcast TV. A
streaker at a soccer game got a good shot once he
was “captured”.
9. No cardinal directions (i.e. north or south) are
given for the Autobahnen (i.e. freeways). You
need to know where the big cities are relative to
your position. You don't head south on I-5, you
go on the A3 towards Mainz..... This was the one
area where “Mapquest.de” really let me down and
it makes getting around a little tough if you don't
have a navigator in the car with you.
10. The first floor is not the ground floor. Floor 1 is
what floor 2 is in the US. Very confusing,
especially when your room (say Number 240) is on
floor 1….
Finally, the important things stay the same –
11. Brown trout rising on the small river in
Herzogenaurach (Bavaria, Germany) in the
evening, and me without a rod of course.
Seth
Tell US Senate to Support the Recent Court
Decision to Protect Salmon Recovery.
http://ga0.org/campaign/salmonheritage/
wg5b77r15xm5wb?
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Saga of the Road Kill Grill
By Andy Andrews
When I was younger, much younger, all that mattered was
getting a line in the water to fish. I didn’t need a tent and
I was happy to get a few hours sleep in the seat of a car.
My opinion back then was that only old men and ‘softies’
needed a tent, sleeping bag, etc. However, as time passed
and my pockets grew a little heavier with spending cash, I
gave way to the modern conveniences of camping. This
upgrade of my life style occurred just before going into
the service, yet food still remained, literally, on the back
burner and was simply a means of removing an annoying,
uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.
However, while in the service I started migrating into the
world of ‘Gormad’ cooking. A Gourmet, unlike the
Gormad, is a person who can start off with a can of tuna,
a few noodles and end up in a famous food magazine. A
Gormad is a person who starts off with a can of tuna and
a few noodles, feeds it to his dog and the dog dies. While
serving overseas, I once traded a can (C – rations) of
Turkey ala King for a can of ham. I decided to warm the
ham in my helmet. I added a little of this and that, and the
ham ended up not tasting like rations at all (it wasn’t
unusual to warm something in your helmet. A nickname
for the helmet is a ‘steel pot’). However, my body soon
rejected the concoction and I didn’t eat for a week.
During this period of my life I also learned that cooking in
your helmet is not always a good idea. You may suddenly
have to use it for its intended purpose and you’ll end up
wearing part of whatever it was you were trying to cook.
After the service, I actually took a few cooking classes
because I found out that girls liked guys who could cook;
I also found out that I actually like to eat good food. One
concept that I failed to grasp (stupid me) in my plan to
socialize with the opposite sex, was that after I got
married, my wife expected me to continue to cook, and
cook well! I had set the bar high and there would be no
slacking off.
Now somehow camping and barbequing just seem to go
together so I acquired a portable grill for outings. On one
TU fishing trip, I became board by the drive and my mind
wondered to what a waste of meat lay on the road and
how in some parts of our world, people would fight over
the remains of some poor, unfortunate animal that now
resembled street – pizza. And with that thought, the
name ‘Road Kill Grill’ just popped into my head; the
thought process was somewhat of a quantum leap for my
often confused and twisted mind.
However it soon became apparent that I needed to set
some rules as to what type of ‘donation’ would be
accepted for dinner and be tossed on the grill. At the time
I gave the grill its name, I didn’t realize how many
Gormads existed in the world. In fact, one state has a
cooking contest using the remains of road kill, all cooked
to perfection by grill masters.

Anyway, the rules for the Road Kill Grill are as follows:
1) The board members who are present at the grilling
event, will make a determination if
the ‘donation’ was once a living…thing (and you didn’t
think that the board members had any real authority!
Hump!).
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animals while at freeway speeds and critters that believe
that they are about to be abused can become very cranky.
I have no desire to repeat that experience while in, or out
of, a vehicle. Bon Appetite! Andy

With that decision made, the next question to be put to

the board members is:
2) What was it?
a) It is important to know if you are cooking a
raccoon, a opossum, or a squirrel that has been eating
some form of natural steroids and weighted in at 15
pounds before being flattened by a semi.
( If the board members cannot definitely identify
the ‘donation’, it will be rejected.)

The next question is:

3) (a) Are we sure it is dead and (b) how long has it been
dead? Part (a) can normally be handled by prodding the
unfortunate victim with a stick from a safe distance. Part
(b) can be determined by a whiff of the air surrounding
the donation. If your eyes water and your nose burns
while collecting your kill, your donation will most
definitely be rejected and you will be banned from camp
for the duration of the trip.

The first part of the question (a) also brings up a very

important issue about salvaging road kill. A friend of
mine, who shall remain nameless, once stopped at a
recent road kill to collect some fly tying material. The
‘thing’ was placed in a plastic garbage bag and put in the
back of his car, on the floor. As my friend cruised down
the freeway, he suddenly realized that he was not…alone;
the road kill was not dead but alive in the back seat and
mad as hell about its situation. I can only imagine what
other drivers saw as my friend and the varmint exchanged
seating positions, while the car remained in the cruise
mode. I know for a fact (heard) that several illegal lane
changes were made and the direction of travel of the
vehicle was often in doubt. Eventually a door was opened
and the creeter made its exit with the car still at freeway
speeds. My friend said he did not go back to see how his
invited guest made out after its leap for freedom.
Therefore, there is no way that I will place something on
the grill until we are absolutely certain it is dead and will
not respond in an adverse manner to extreme temperature
changes.
The next rule requires the cooperation of the person
making the donation.
4) The animal now has to be skinned, gutted and
presented to the board for another look – see.
If the donation passes the boards inspection, it will then
be place on the grill.
David Edens caught Deschutes fish
Fishing Perfection
Scott Borders
Oblivious to public opinion, I’m convinced I’m going to
heaven. I’ve weighed my good deeds and my bad deeds,
my kind thoughts and my selfish ones, and there’s little
doubt, that I’ll be riding the up escalator when my time
comes. I often assure my children, and promise myself,
that I’ll be fishing when I get there.
Fishing in heaven holds so much promise. I’ll have my
trips planned on a lengthy calendar. There will be maps to
study, flies to tie and gear to accumulate. Oh man, the
gear in heaven, the gear! My friends and I will plan for
weeks, every little detail. The anticipation of each trip will
be-- heavenly.
Some days will be solo. Just me, walking that flat in
Andros. That phenomenal flat. White sand, accented by
golden turtle grass. Schools of bones that sometimes were
visible 300 yards away, and sometimes invisible-- right at
my rod tip. I never got enough of that flat, and in heaven I
won’t either.

5) At this point, the board passes all remaining
responsibilities for tasting the selected item back to the
person making the donation. If the donatee survives the
tasting process of the donation, others will be allowed to
join in.
Some days will be guided. I can’t wait to hear my guide as
we greet. “You picked the perfect day, Scott. Good thing
you weren’t here yesterday, the tides and the weather were
a mess. We’re gonna kill ‘em today.” Sweet. Let’s fish!
Their tips will be HUGE.

You probably think that the above rules are extreme, but I All my favorite guides will be there--sooner or later. Some
assure you, they are not. I have encountered pissed – off days, I’ll hop on the McKenzie drift boat with my favorite
“To Conserve, Protect, And Restore North America’s Cold Water Fisheries And Their Watersheds”

Deschutes guide. He’ll be in his usual good spirits, ready
to talk water, fish, flies, food, gardening and family. On
the way, he’ll put us right in the middle of some class IV
rapids. Hey, wait. I’m in heaven, but I’m still holding on
for dear life. Cool.
Most days will be with my pals, my Papaw, my kids. We’ll
get up so early it hurts. Our coffee will stay perfectly hot
all the way to the water. I’ll be hilarious, putting the boys
in tears with my early morning wit. We’ll fish so hard, all
day.
The locations are so limitless. I’ll blend my old favorites
with the places I never got to fish. Christmas Island,
Kiribati? Bring it on! The Keys, New Zealand, Louisiana,
10,000 rivers west of the Rockies, Mars? I’ve got nothing
but time.
My casting is definitely going to improve in heaven. I’ll
put it where I want, when I want. I’ll shoot piles of line.
I’ll lead the fish. I’ll drop the fly like the down of a thistle.
The fish in heaven will be so healthy, so plentiful, so
huuunnnngry! Their water will be the perfect temperature,
the perfect color, speed, depth and salinity. They’re going
to be so happy in heaven too.
Heaven. Locations, weather, gear, skills, perfect company
and primo fish will all come together on the water. I’ll
stand amazed at 4 permit tails, wagging in the afternoon
sun as they devour crabs. I’ll make “the” cast, not too
much of a lead, and not bonking them on the forehead. I’ll
make the perfect strip, and 2 of the school dash for the
fly, in competition. The biggest one gets there first and
begins to inhale it—then refuses it! How can that be? I’m
in heaven.
……Oh, the only place you catch a fish on every cast, is
hell.
In fact, I may be packed in an Igloo cooler with some
other fisherman, some cokes and some sandwiches
Scott
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River Access Still Threatened!
Immediate Attention Needed. Well Club
members....things are getting very ugly......Senator Kate
Brown (D) and Senator Ted Ferrioli (R) could care less
about the Attorney Generals opinion, The Governor, or the
public!!! Here is their latest action that needs our
IMMEDIATE ATTENTION!!
They have introduced a new Bill...SB 1087. This bill is a
combination of the worst of SB1028 and SB 1066.
Evidently, because we have had some impact against
these bills ( the public is slowly getting informed)These
legislative "midgets" have come up with another idiotic
“To Conserve, Protect, And Restore North America’s Cold Water Fisheries And Their Watersheds”
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plan......please read the bill, it's only a couple of pages,
just go to this link....
http://www.leg.state.or.us/05reg/measpdf/sb1000.dir/s
b1087.intro.pdf
Have they totally lost their minds?? I know I hate this as
well and am getting very tired of it.......but we must FIGHT
this continued attack on our rivers. This bill proposes
local advisory boards, made up of you know who......that
will map and segment each stream or river, and declare
it's use...or NON-USE, according to this committee.
AND it proposes the "killing" of the navigable river
studies...once and for all. They must be out of their
minds!!!
WHAT WE CAN AND MUST DO!!!!!
Re-write you Senators, State Reps, The Governor and
everyone else on your e-mail or snail mail list and TELL
THEM TO DEFEAT SB1087.
It is now confirmed, that Senators Ferroli and Brown will
stop at nothing to have your river rights taken
away.........Can you imagine what it would be like if this
insanity was applied to our Oregon Beaches????
Anyway.....I know we are all growing weary about all
this.......but if we do nothing, the privatization of our
waterways may soon be a reality.....So ...PLEASE...stay
strong, Call, e-mail, write, your legislators. I might also
suggest that you contact our local government leaders
and let them know of your opposition. The mayor, City
Counselors, County Commissioners etc......
This Bill must be stopped......Ferroli and Brown aren't
stopping.....so neither can we!! I know you thought this
was taken care of but its back at issue.
Barry @ Mckenzie Flyfishers
Fisher Isenberg and Grandpa
 Tualatin Valley Trout Unlimited
President: Open Position
Treasurer: Rod Lundberg
291-5308 rplundberg@hotmail.com
Board of Directors:
Hank Hosfield
228-6553 hankh@imagina.com
Eric Thompson 297-0718
anglingeric@msn.com
Dick Rohrbaugh
rbaugh@lclark.edu 636-3877
Kevin Connolly 860-6355
Kevinconnolly1@aol.com
July/August 2005
Alex Barkume - 642-7024
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Andy Andrews
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Erle Norman 293-6006
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Membership Chair
Jerry Heppell
jheppell@teleport.com 639-9408
Communications Director
Seth Isenberg 293-3290
sbisenberg@comcast.net