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Tag Archives: salmon
Upstate Brown and Salmon Time
The tumultuous U.S. election events have finally been resolved, or have they? This is not the time or place for lingering on politics but I’ll say that, over all, I was pleased with the results while acknowledging that there are … Continue reading
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Tagged Beautiful Like a Mayfly, brown trout, Cayuga Lake, Fall Creek, fishing, friendship, landlocked, nature, November, politics, salmon, spawn, Walt Franklin, writing
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Ruminations (Salmon River)
I had sworn off October visits to the Salmon River long ago, but when a friend invites me to go fishing with him I do not decline unless I’m sick, already anchored to a schedule by divine authority, or dying. … Continue reading
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Tagged beer, camping, Election, fishing, friendship, nature, politics, salmon, Salmon River, travel, trout, vote, wine, writing
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Between Two Oceans
In two days of fishing, eight days apart, I caught enough salmon to last me, in spirit, for the year. The ancestors of these fresh-run fishes came from the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, and it was good to meet this … Continue reading
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Tagged alienation, Atlantic, autumn, beauty, diversity, environment, fly-fishing, government, nature, oceans, Pacific, photograpy, salmon
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Earplugs, Turbines and Snobbery
Relative to other Octobers that I recall, this month has been drab and wet, with little change in the color of the foliage, and with few fish caught on my various ventures. Several highlights, however, come to mind and beg … Continue reading
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Tagged brown trout, earplugs, energy, environment, fishing, friendship, Kettle Creek, nature, resistance, salmon, snobbery, soapbox, social-economic class, wind turbines, writing
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Beerfest/Salmonesque
About 50 local and regional breweries, plus a few wineries and distilleries, were recently represented at the Swain, New York Ski Center, and the tasting was a lot of fun. To enter, you pay the equivalent of five six-packs of … Continue reading
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Tagged beerfest, brewing, Chinook, craft beers, culture, education, environment, fishing, fly-fishing, fraternity, friendship, John Bolger, music, nature, salmon, Swain, travel
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Brought by the Rain
Hopefully the three to four-inches of rain over the past weekend signifies the end of a long drought in rivertop country, but only time will tell if that’s the case or not. The streams and rivers had risen quickly into … Continue reading
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Tagged environment, fly-fishing, Halloween, Lake Ontario tribs, nature, outdoors, photography, rainfall, salmon, trout, western New York
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Fish Tails and Mayfly Wings
To prime myself for the start of a reading tour promoting Beautiful Like a Mayfly, I went fishing. No surprise there, right? It was a cold day with snowflurries and an air temperature never climbing out of the 30s. There was … Continue reading
The Hook-Up, and More
It always takes me awhile to re-adapt to lowland trout and salmon fishing, but once the first king salmon takes off with a fly in the lip, the blood begins to flow through every lazy muscle, and I can’t imagine … Continue reading
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Tagged beaver, Chinooks, connection, fishing, friendship, hook-up, hunting, king salmon, Lake Ontario fish, nature, October, porcupine, salmon, spawning, sumac, trout
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Autumn Journal: November 19
This is the day the salmon fisher comes to roost and thinks about his season passed. Autumnal reflections. Standing in Fall Creek underneath a bridge just two miles out from downtown Ithaca, New York, I watch the broad stream pour … Continue reading