Rest Easy, Friday Night. Vol. 3

I first saw/heard Brad Hoshaw and the Seven Dead Lies at the Joslyn Art Museum in Omaha, Ne. We listened for about 45 minutes and I bought their self-titled CD. It is outstanding. Here is his newest project. It is the “rough draft” of his upcoming CD. He will put the sales money from this rough album towards a fully produced studio album.

A slower sound. A step away from the light hearted. Calming and refreshing.

http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=1528300760/size=grande3/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/

He also dose a pretty decent version of a Ke-(money sign)-ha song.
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On a separate note, here is a paragraph from yesterday’s Writer’s Almanac, a daily email/radio short by Garrison Keillor on Minnesota Public Radio. The segments include a daily poem and noteable events in history that occurred on the day.
This blows my mind. It amazes me to think what this man has seen and heard.
Today is the 98th birthday of Joseph Medicine Crow-High Bird, best known as Joseph Medicine Crow, who was born in 1913 into the Apsaalooke people — the children of the large-beaked bird — near Lodge Grass on the Crow reservation in southern Montana. Joseph Crow is the oldest living man of the Crow tribe and the last traditional Crow chief. As a writer, he has produced seminal works on Native American history and reservation life. But it is for Medicine Crow’s writings on the victory of the Cheyenne and Lakota warriors led by Crazy Horse and Chief Gall over the U.S. Cavalry and George Armstrong Custer that he is best known.

Joseph was the first member of his tribe to attend college and was in the middle of graduate studies in anthropology when World War II began and he joined the Army as an infantry scout. He’d learned from his grandfather that a warrior must have the strength and intelligence to carry out four traditional military acts, a process called “counting-coup,” in order to qualify as a chief, and Medicine Crow completed all four during the war. One highly prestigious act was to make physical contact with an enemy and escape unharmed, and on one occasion, he fought and grappled with a German soldier whose life he then spared when the man screamed out for his mother. On another, Medicine Crow led a war party to steal 50 Nazi SS horses from a German camp, singing a Crow song of honor as they rode away.
After the war, Medicine Crow returned to Montana where he was appointed his tribe’s historian and anthropologist. He began writing academic works, collections of Crow stories and the Crow creation cycle, nonfiction books for children, and his memoirs, to mention just a few. Medicine Crow’s step-grandfather had been a scout for George Armstrong Custer and an eyewitness to Custer’s Last Stand along the Little Big Horn River, and as a boy Joseph had heard many stories of the battle; today, Medicine Crow is the last living person to have received direct oral testimony from a participant of Little Bighorn, which he has written about in Keep the Last Bullet for Yourself (The True Story of Custer’s Last Stand) and other works.
Medicine Crow has been awarded the American Bronze Star as well as the French Legion of Honor. A White House press release naming Medicine Crow as a recipient of the 2009 Presidential Medal of Freedom praised him for his “contributions to the preservation of the culture and history of the First Americans,” saying that those achievements are only matched by “his importance as a role model to young Native Americans across the country.” 10/27/11 Writer’s Almanac

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need some new gear? be sustainable. buy used.

I just noticed a fellow fly fishing blogger is selling a bunch of great gear for dirt cheap prices. Patagonia is being sustainable and encouraging its customers to resell their goods. Why not do the same from a fellow blogger? Head on over and check it out if you are interested.

Gear includes:

a couple packs, fly rods (tenkara and conventional), rain gear and digital camera with more gear to come.

If I needed a new pack, I’d be all over it, but I’m trying to fix a fly rod right now.

Frustrating.

I can’t say for sure what happened.
In fact, I don’t even know why.
I assume somewhere in my back cast,
I hit my rod with my fly. 
When using heavy flies like clousers,
You need to open your loop.
Tight loops can cause collisions,
Breaking rods which makes you feel like poop.
Here is a video addressing how to avoid hitting your rod with your fly, 
and another about casting heavy flies in wind so you don’t have a situation like mine.
As with all situations and the curse of the being an optimist,
There is a silver lining for me.
In shopping for rods I made sure to purchase
One with a “no questions asked” warranty.
Ring…. Ring….. Riiiinggg… “Hello, thank you for calling Wild Water Fly Fishing.
How can I help you?”
“Hi.  It’s me…. I broke my rod again”
“No problem, David! Send it back, and we’ll return it shiny and new”
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This stuff just happens. It is good that I have a warranty. It is an ooportunity to thoughtfully evaluate my casting technique. And writing a poem about it makes me less frustrated. So, it isn’t the end of the world. It is just a broken eyelet. 

Specks in Hand

A day off spent on the water. 


The speckled trout will be leaving us soon making way for the striped bass. 

One thing that made yesterday unique was the company. I fished with a buddy from the local fly fishers club. He works in conservation and participates in the Virginia’s fish tagging program. We made sure to measure, record, and tag several specks including one nice 16.5″ fish at the end. 

I practiced a bit more with the camera experimenting with release shots. Fortunately, the fish cooperated as there were plenty of specks in hand. 

Music is by The Flaming Lips, “Fight Test.”

Enjoy the music. Enjoy the fish. Happy Friday. 


Coffee Talk…

I’ll give you a topic:

Last night, I went out for an hour and a half to try and catch a dinner. Mama Holman, did you hear that? I went for the specific purpose of bringing fish back for dinner. Just so you know, I typically let all the fish go. Mostly because it is work to clean them and I have plenty of food in the fridge.

This isn’t a post about my thoughts on catch and release. This is a post about license fees. Since Labor Day, I have noticed a lot of commercial fisherman placing gill nets off shore, and last night, there was a 300 foot net about 50-100 feet in front of the jetty I was fishing. Now I don’t know all the rules about how close you can be to jetties and site specific regulations, but it seemed pretty close to me. Therefore, I looked up the regulations this morning. It turns out, it may be too close (I read something about no closer than 300ft to a bridge or jetty), but that wasn’t what got me thinking.

I pay $17.50 for a saltwater license as a resident of the state of Virginia.

A Virginia resident commercial license is $190. The license fee for one reccreational, 300ft gill net is $9.00 and $24 for one commercial gill net between 600-1200ft. 

I am supportive of responsible commercial fishing, just as I am in favor of responsible farming for corn or cattle or watermelons. I was simply interested in the prices of commercial vs recreational licenses. Is $190 + $24.00 a fair price to be able to harvest fish with a gill net? Given the relative pressure that a commercial fisherman can place on fish populations versus a single recreational fisherman, is that cost an appropriate proportional increase?

local net fisherman pulling up the catch

Okay, don’t get verklempt.  Talk amongst yourselves…

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Oh, and did you hear? OBN’s B-day this week. Lots of opportunities to win outdoor gear to review. 
Head on over and see what happens.