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  Friggin Uge Catfish!!!

  by Valis in

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  you know they say everything really is bigger in texas...eheh this catfish was caught at lake texoma..a new state record at 140 lbs.. .

  sincerely,.

  district overbeer

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  yummmmmmmmmmmm

  No Kidding! I don't care where that fish is from. I can only think of how he'd look deep fried... I'm stomping off now to find 100 gallons of peanut oil and king sized deep fryer. Steve
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  Fishing in the Northwest

  by Steve Egner in

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  i spent father's day weekend in the foothills of washington's cascade mountains, a couple of hours north of my home in edmonds.

  we were fishing glacially fed streams and creeks, colored a milky blue from glacial runoff and snowmelt.

  we camped in a part of the mt.

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  Has your partner ever gone Steelheading on the Cowlitz river? It's quite a mecca for Washington Steelheaders.

  ah yea, that is our home away from home. Kim took a guide trip last month and caught two salmon and a steelhead there

  Gretchen956 : Hey Sherry, your partner has had way more success on that river with the Salmon and Steelhead than I have. I've been bumped in the legs by huge King Salmon while I fished there for trout, but never hooked into one. I've known a few old timers in the area who walk down to the bank, just upstream from the hatchery boat launch, land their two Silvers, and go home. Like clockwork. "Been doin' it fer years," they tell me, "Nuthin' to it." Aaaaayyyup.

  Mom's current beau, (I'll just call him number four) just bought a really slick 24' jet sled, just the ticket on that river. I haven't had a chance to go with him yet, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. The boats really have the edge on fishing that river.

  I've fished Mayfield, a beautiful area. Mom owns a real estate brokerage, Winlock Realty, that handles property all over that area. She might be able to help you, I know they've always got informal "pocket" listings that may never reach the multiple listing service. Be sure to tell them (Gail or Jim) that I referred you, so I can shake her down for a referral fee. Then I can afford to fish!

  Steve
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  Fishing in the Northwest

  by Steve Egner in

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  i spent father's day weekend in the foothills of washington's cascade mountains, a couple of hours north of my home in edmonds.

  we were fishing glacially fed streams and creeks, colored a milky blue from glacial runoff and snowmelt.

  we camped in a part of the mt.

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  Double Edge : I'm glad you enjoyed the trip!

  Valis : That description of fish gutting had me squirming. I think I feel sorry for your fish... Did you bang 'em real hard on the side of the boat first?

  Steve
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  Fishing in the Northwest

  by Steve Egner in

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  i spent father's day weekend in the foothills of washington's cascade mountains, a couple of hours north of my home in edmonds.

  we were fishing glacially fed streams and creeks, colored a milky blue from glacial runoff and snowmelt.

  we camped in a part of the mt.

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  Ahhhh.... more fisherpeople.

  frenchbabyface : Sorry, I'm not yet fluent in emoticon. Does that one mean you enjoyed the thread?

  Gretchen956 : Hey Sherry, I haven't yet camped around Ranier, but I think the areas are similar. BigRed and Mulan would be good ones to ask about accessible sites for your camper trailer, since they too are trailer people. I don't know if a big rig could navigate this particular site; Dave and Marilyn would know, though. Has your partner ever gone Steelheading on the Cowlitz river? It's quite a mecca for Washington Steelheaders. My mom's second husband taught me to flyfish there. He is one of those artist/craftsman flyfishermen, his creel half full of fish by the time we'd waded to the site. The meat casters typically crowd the banks of Blue Creek, just below the hatchery, where the fish are hardwired to return. The river also has a resident Rainbow population, and a nice run of Cutthroats in October. I've flyfished in a quiet little eddy directly across the bank from the baitcasting steelheaders many times, serenely landing cutthroat one after another, while they tangle each other up over a chance to hook a Steelhead.

  So, that was you two banging your fish on the boat, eh? We all thought you'd found some odd new trout attracting method. Seriously, just nip your fish with a knife behind one gill after you attach it to the stringer. The fish will quickly bleed out, it can't possibly be as traumatic as "boat banging", and some believe that it improves the taste of the fish.

  Good Luck!

  Steve
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  Fishing in the Northwest

  by Steve Egner in

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  i spent father's day weekend in the foothills of washington's cascade mountains, a couple of hours north of my home in edmonds.

  we were fishing glacially fed streams and creeks, colored a milky blue from glacial runoff and snowmelt.

  we camped in a part of the mt.

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  I knew there were some anglers lurking around here.

  Odrade : Do pick it up again! It's easy to forget how fortunate we are to have recreation choices like these so close by.

  Xena : There's nothing wrong with beer fishing. Or fishing in beer. Or fishing becuase of beer. Just as long as you're fishing.

  exjdub : I'm glad the story inspired you. Now, off to Montana with you! You know, if you go just a little farther, you'll be here.

  Codeblue : When I first moved here, I called scenes like those pictured above, "Calendar Scenes", because I'd only seen their like on pictoral calendars. We're very lucky to live here, with restful places like that easily within our reach.

  Ozzie : Thanks for the glowing report card! I apologize for omitting the statistics on beer consumption. In the future, it should be a given, that if BigRed is fishing, ample quantities of beer are being consumed. But only good beer.

  Mulan : Thank you! you'll have copies of all photos, and soon.

  truthseeker1 : This guy was yummie, too. He was covered and stuffed with onion and lemon slices, and barbequed.

  Makena1 : I am humbled by the conparison... I believe that "A River Runs Through It" is one of the richest stories ever put to film. I am certain, however, that like Norman MacLean's little brother, I'd have gone in after the fish if necessary. I've never been able to manage a fly line like that maestro on the poster, though.

  Steve
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  Blues music

  by Markfromcali in

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  there's gotta be some blues fans out there.. i have been listening to a recording of a live show back in '68 with b.b.

  king, jimi hendrix and probably other greats i don't know about and i'm finding i really enjoy it.

  any blues buffs out there want to make some suggestions etc.?

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  Lots of greats have already been mentioned, but my personal, standout favorite, will always be Albert Collins. Never really found the fame he deserved, but what a treasure to hear. From any roadhouse performance, he'd connect his Telecaster to a 100' plus jack, and make his way out one of the building exits, playing the whole way. He never lost the rhythm or line, even when he could barely hear the band from outside. I followed him every time, stood right in front of him, knowing I was observing a master of his art.

  Steve
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  Fishing in the Northwest

  by Steve Egner in

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  i spent father's day weekend in the foothills of washington's cascade mountains, a couple of hours north of my home in edmonds.

  we were fishing glacially fed streams and creeks, colored a milky blue from glacial runoff and snowmelt.

  we camped in a part of the mt.

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  I spent Father's Day weekend in the foothills of Washington's Cascade mountains, a couple of hours North of my home in Edmonds. We were fishing glacially fed streams and creeks, colored a milky blue from glacial runoff and snowmelt. We camped in a part of the Mt. Baker/Snoqulmie National Forest, surrounded by towering, ancient Cedar and Douglas Fir. I last visited this area about ten years ago, and I'd forgotten how beautiful it was. It was a special weekend, and I wanted to share a few highlights with you.

  Allow me to introduce my family, Princess' Father and two of her brothers, Dave, Randy, and Stephen (L to R).

  

  Fish are terrified of these two. Unfortunately, so are most of our friends.

  

  Stephen and I hiked quite a ways upstream of our camp in search of likely fish hideouts. We were a bit early for the Dolly Varden trout, and high water volume made fishing difficult. Stephen lays out a bit of line in a nice looking eddy...

  

  Pressing on upstream, I still had no luck. Stephen had picked up a nice trout earlier in the day on another creek, but I'd felt only one "bump" on a fly all morning, and no hookup. This is a view upstream, from a point a mile or so above our camp.

  

  And the view downstream,

  

  I finally trekked back to camp, pleased with the scenery but disappointed in the fishing. I sat down for a break, quaffed a few diet cokes, and began fishing my way downstream from our campsite. Having had no luck with my fly rod all day, I decided to work with my spinning rod instead. It is a light trout rod, with a shimano reel and 8 or 12 pound test, I'm not sure which. I'd been fishing for over 8 hours, and my neoprene waders felt like a sauna. I hiked through the stream wherever possible, and over boulders, undergrowth, and the trail when accessible, dipping into the stream whenever I found a promising hole.

  Oh, and that trout rod? It was presented to me as an anniversary gift by Princess' brother Stephen in 1993. He was DF'd at the time, but he went out of his way to give us two rods in celebration of our 5th year together. We'd been friends when I first moved here from Texas in 1986, but then I met his sister, and he got bumped. Princess was and still is waaaayyyyyy cuter. Stephen is definitely the funniest member of the family though, and shares my love of fishing. Which makes what happened next so special.

  About a mile down from camp, I hooked into a huge buck Steelhead. These fish are legendary for their power and stamina, and this one did not disappoint. I was fishing from a boulder in the middle of the stream, next to fast, deep water, and right above a fallen tree and waterfall. If the fish pulled into the fast water, he'd be gone forever. If he went around one of the tree limbs, he'd snap off like an old pencil. If he figured out that he was hooked on light trout gear, I knew he'd spit the lure and laugh at me. I struggled to control my racing heart, knowing I hadn't brought a net, seeing no suitable ground where I could land the fish. I also knew that my campmates would never believe I had hooked this monster if I didn't have proof, so I fought the fish with the rod in my right hand, while I reached into my vest pocket with my left for the digital camera. I snapped a bit of photographic evidence, put the camera back in my vest, and continued the contest, expecting him to break off any second. We battled for about 20 minutes, when I finally pulled him onto the boulder in the photo.

  

  He was 30.5 inches long, and weighed between 9 and 10 pounds. I brought him back to camp, to the cheers and high fives of all. I held a dreamlike, euphoric high all night, made all the more special by the friends there to share in the event. These fish, more than any other, are the crux of Northwest fishing lore. All night long, everyone spun fishing yarns by the campfire, re-living old catches, making them new once again. Later that night, Randy reminded me of the need to pose with my fish. Thanks, Randy. Your copies are on the way.

  

  This was a great day. But then, most are.

  Steve
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  What are you doing with your Sundays?

  by Steve Egner in

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  helllloooo everyone,.

  after reading this board for quite a while, i've finally been moved to post.

  i was inspired by our trip to the dallas apostachilifest, where princess and i met lots of terrific people in various stages of exit from the j-ho's.

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  Hey Sean,

  Great to hear from you, friend. The only problem with those pictures is that you're not in 'em.

  I think it's great that you're sensitive to your wife's feelings. That's not PW'd, that's smart. If she's equally sensitive to yours, do you think she'd mind if you had your own friends and interests?

  This weekend, Dave, Randy, Stephen, and I will be up in the foothills North of Darrington, stalking Dollies and Rainbows. I'll post those pics too, but it reminds me, you seem to live right smack in the middle of some great flyfishing country. The kind of rivers I only get to see in the Orvis catalog. Have you ever gone out and dipped a line? Fly casting in a scenic spot is a great meditation, even when they're not biting.

  Steve
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  According to the bible.....what were birds made of?

  by gumby in

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  according to the bible, man was made from the ground.....the dirt.. do you know what "fowls" were made from?

  take your pick.. from the waters.gen.1:20-21"and god said, let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.

  and god created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and god saw that it was good.

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  Heythere, gumby.

  didja ever notice that when geese fly in that "V" formation, one side is always longer than the other?

  Know why?

  Steve
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  Deleted's Top Five Poll #2 - What books helped you get out of the Borg?

  by Deleted in

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  here's my top five books that helped me considerably to see my way out.

  (1) edward rutherfurd's novel "london" - it dawned on me that generation after generation thought theirs was special in god's eyes, this novel started me thinking.

  (2) crisis of conscience - by you know who, wow!

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  A People For His Name: A History of Jehovah's Witnesses, and an Evaluation. By Timothy White

  The True Believer, By Eric Hoffer