DIY....

Before.....

AFTER.....

...never again.

I am not a big fan of work of any kind.

Around late July of this year a friend of mine talked me into renovating my basement. It was an eyesore and with my parental leave I certainly had the time.He assured me that with his know-how and my limited means we could create the ultimate basement sanctuary.

"A weekend dude...we could bang this off in a weekend...three days tops."

Fast forward to 10 weeks later...lol

It is good for me to have friends like this because without Garnets enthusiasm I never would've made an attempt and as corny as it sounds,.....even with the wee course areas , I can now look around and say "I" did this!!! ( With help of course)It is a satisfying feeling and I can understand a little bit how the DIY thing can become addictive. I am almost going through project withdrawal.........almost!!

The river is up and the nights are getting cooler. I have removed some eggs from the freezer and tomorrow will be my first run at'em ( barring any unforseen marital VETO). I usually have been to the river by now somewhere and I feel a little strange not having wetted a line yet. I console myself with the knowledge that it is still a bit early.

I restrung the guitars today and hopefully my drywall hands will return to normal and I will be able to play again soon. I praticed a little bit today but I felt like a lobster. The acoustics in my music area are way better than I could have ever hoped for.

I don't know a thing about designing a room for good sound so I must've gotten lucky.

Now I can play my guitar without waking the baby.....which is huge. She is my worst critic.Anyway....that is where I have been......And now I am back .....

With any luck I may lift up on one tomorrow.Good luck to all you Steelhead freaks this fall....I have a good feeling about this year and I am pretty sure I can get the time off work.

Dog Days....

Here is a little something for those hopelessly addicted Steelhead fiends



For those of you philistines that can't dig Sonny Rollins playing the Blues
please feel free to turn down the sound ....or put a gun in your mouth.

Watching this helps lower my blood pressure....I particularly like the part right around 51 secs when the little round ports start spinning counter-clockwise....pretty.

October is right around the corner and the clock is ticking.


.....And BTW....flying to Alaska is cheating.

The long wait...

Well,

Summer is here and the Steelies are somewhere in the deep.

Only three more months or so...

I hope they are packing on the pounds.

'Til then I have been filling my days with Bass fishing, the Walleye harvest and diaper changes.

Awesome.

Morin and I did a little Bass fishing today and it was fun.


I figure I am Bob Izumi and he is Roland.

There are worse ways to spend a morning.

My New Fishing Partner..

Yesterday my Daughter surprised me by asking to go fishing!!!
<><
I guess I had been watching quite a bit of fishing on TV. Kimi is still a wee bit laid up so I have been sticking around the house quite a bit Ella and were able to skip out for a few hours and beat up on the Bluegills a bit.
She showed great patience and a genuine interest.



My son is only interested in Spiderman at present and won't fish with me even if I beg him.

Rotten kid.
;o)

Oh well..maybe Ella will be hittin the tribs with her old dad.

Oh YaH!!! JFL and I are crazy to think there is a CAT in there.....

Shame on all of you!!!
LOL
I may have to start packing heat this fall.


GRRRRRRR

Bear Sightings - Thu. June 12 07:52 am
Huron O.P.P. officers are working with the Ministry of Natural Resources investigating several reported sightings of bears in the area. Police say that not all sightings have been confirmed, but say some are valid. The latest unconfirmed report came yesterday in Bayfield.

And then there were three...

Sunday June 8th 13:42 Avery Elizabeth Norland was born in to this mad world and I love her.


I had come home from work Saturday night exhausted after working three horiffic 12 hr shifts in a row in the worst heat imaginable. The last thing I had said to my co- workers on our walk out to the parking lot was "you watch,..tonight will be the night".


Kimi was due on the 15th ...so we knew it was close and our other two kids were a week early as well.
Oh well....thats about how it usually goes.
Baby is here ...all is now well...or on the road to well and the good news is that I am off for right around 39 weeks.
I am not sure what I am more excited about....the baby ...or the time away from work.
Kids are a blessing and I am going to try my hardest to savour this year and take advantage of something that most parents ...particularly fathers ...don't get the opportunity to do.


The fishy side of things has been very slow.



I did take Owen down to the hatchery on kids day. This is the day where the club members release the pond fish to the wild(lol)..and before they do that they let some of the kids in the neighbourhood catch them.


It kind of gives me the creeps but smiling kids can make anything sweet.
Some of the Steelhead in the pond were easily in the teens and there were a couple that were an honest twenty.



Owen caught a Brown Trout for his fish and it went around 15 lbs....3 pounds bigger than my biggest...



:o)
We should start the assault on the Walleye shortly.
The water just needs to warm up a bit on the Canadian side.

The word from the commercial fishermen is that the numbers and size are even greater this year...although I don't see how that is possible.

Any way....I hope we get some sleep tonight.

The Return of the Kings!!

Well....

May be not exactly...

However the fish are bigger and better than last year and there are more of them.

This is good news for the open water shitrat armada.

We can break out the Monkey Pukes and Kevorkians and get busy with the Chinooks in the spring.

For a while there the fishery was looking very dismal.

A salmon in double digits was a thing of the past and the sound screaming line was a distant memory.

The derby is in full swing and we just finished the third day on the water.

The wind kept us on the beach for one and for another day I had to work (ugh) but the three days that we did fish we have been hitting fish consistantly...and it has been a blast!!!

I had fogotten how much fun and how relaxing trolling for salmon can be.

Although we have yet to tag anything really big I know we are in the right area and we have as good a chance as any.

Tomorrow we'll be at again.

One bit of bad news is that we have been seeing alot of these things lately.

One of the Kings we got had so many on him that he looked like an octopus.

Call me Ishmael<><.

Fiddleheads

Today was my opening day.


The actual opening day was last Saturday and I was forced to miss it due to work.
I couldn't spare any leave because of the pending arrival of the Nipper.
I start my official parental leave on June 26th ...and I can't wait.
The Storks ETA is June 15th.


Work has been bumming me out lately and the break is a very welcome one.
My scheduled return to work is March 11th 2009.

Fuck it...I am out.

I was sorry to miss the actual opener.

Even though the river on opening day is typically a horror show it is something of a tradition. I have been in a bit of a funk lately to say the least and my mood is such that I am painfully aware that there are a finite amount of Steelhead seasons and great moments should never be taken for granted.
We lost one member of our fishing group this year.
Terry was a great guy and I always enjoyed his company....except for when he was tuning me up at Euchre.
Rest in peace.


I usually share the opener with a great group of guys that have a sweet piece of property right on the river.There is more card playing and drinking than fishing during this gathering but I always have a good time.

Oh well....I can't play poker worth a shit and I am pretty sure that I will be able to make the Fall get together.

Today I faced the river at its worst.


The water was low and clear and the fish ... I am sure were shell shocked from the opener.
A cold front had pushed in and I was actually a little chilly this morning. The rain that had been forecast never really showed so the river is even worse now.



One lucky break for me was the complete lack of pressure today.

I saw a few familiar faces but it certainly wasn't the horror show that I had anticipated.


?
Where is everybody??
Maybe the poor conditions spooked everybody.
For the record I didn't miss them.
;O)

Maybe the Wendigo ate them all on the weekend



Anyway..
The fishing was tough but I managed.


As a matter of fact I did pretty good.
;o)
The fish were hot....like greased lightening hot.

I hadn't fished that much lately and it felt nice.

..really lifted my spirits in fact.

The woods in the spring are a revelation.
Trilliums, Fiddleheads and Leeks...
The smell is terrific.



It was cool to connect with nature again.....all exept for the weasel I saw.


It reminded me of work.

(BTW...my elbow is screwed)

Mother of god...

Dig this shot,


This picture is from a poster that is currently scattered throughout Southwestern Ontario....particularly Sarnia.

What a RUBE....camo toque and all.

I have tons of people at work asking me for an autograph...

UGH.

Oh well..there is no sense running from it.

I am a shitrat....salmon killer...environmental terrorist.



Ah well... tis true that a number of Chinook Salmon have found their way from the depths of the Lake Huron to heat of my BBQ...
With any luck this spring derby will see even more.

Every year I fish this 10 day Derby with my Father in Law and honestly I hate to miss it.
It is pretty far removed from the almost religious pursuit I have developed around Steelheading but I love that man dearly and the derby has provided some great memories.



We actually won the thing on the last day a few years back...right down to the wire by ounces if my memory serves me ....and I don't really care if it does or not.

Oddly enough ...my relatively new found sensibilties are rarely challenged on the open water because we almost never hook Steelhead.
This pleases me for two reasons.
I almost certainly wouldn't have the heart to kill one and the boys would likely throw me overboard if I released it.
.....especially if it had a chance of making THE BOARD!!!!


I think first place for a "Rainbow" is a snowblower or some shit....
Oh the humanity...
It is a tough little struggle for me to be honest.....

I cannot deny that I love participating but the shitrats that we compete against for the most part make my skin crawl.

I remember one year asking to see the leading salmon at the 'weigh in' station.
They keep the board leaders on ice in a giant freezer.
The fella behind the desk was only too glad to show me and after some digging hauled out a beautiful 15 - 16 lb fish.
It was one of the biggest Brown Trout I have ever seen.
After about 10 mins I ran out of energy arguing with the guy...lol.
(They saw the light about two days later)
One small point,....
Should people be allowed to stock hundreds of thousands of fish a year into our watershed if they can't tell a trout from a salmon?

They are good people really...with very good intentions.

They have a day at the hatchery where they allow handicaped children to fish for the penned Steelhead.

Anyway...
The Lakes are so screwed up that I doubt they are doing much real damage and they way they dump these pellet eating Salmon into the Lake year after year I suppose it can't hurt me to hang up my ethics for 10 days or so and wade into the Bloodbath...
Who knows...maybe we'll actually win the thing again...


Actually... I am pretty friggin good at it....and I could really use the dough

Morin and Harv are currently hammering real fish on South Erie.
I was scheduled to tag along on this one but had to bail at the last minute due to some babysitting logistical shortfall.
Truth be told it wasn't that hard to do so...
I am a bit of a worry wort and Kimi is right around 7 months in.
Things are going good but I have a hard time being away from home right now.
Besides my elbow is still 10-7.
Ella and I have visted just about every park in the area over the past two days.
It is so good to have some nice weather finally and it is impossible to keep that little girl indoors.

Today we had a picnic at a park down by the Lake. It was chilly ...but that doesn't bother that little monkey.

I don't know what it is but I have been very emotional lately.

Maybe it is the expectation of the wee one or the fact that the winter has finally released us from its clutches ....or just the fact that I am really tired,.. but I have been conscious of some perfect moments lately.

I don't know if anybody knows what I mean?

Today at the picnic was one of these moments....




I think I can afford to trade a fishing trip now and then ...

Return to action..

I am a sucker.
After being taunted by my numb-nutted friend I finally agreed to go fishing.
Normally I would jump at the chance to fish but this year so far has been different.

I have been reluctant to fish this year.....in truth I have been in a bit of a funk towards everything since returning from my training in Chilliwack.

That trip was like a giant kick in the stones and I am still trying to find my wind.
This never-ending winter isn't helping either.
On top of the emotional and professional strain I seem to have contracted a severe case of tennis elbow in my right arm. Some days it is so bad that I can barely make a fist.
Not good for 50 ft casts , bone jarring hook sets, or prolonged fish battles.


What the hell.
I can't let Brian have all the fun.
Last week I tagged along with Brian and Harv to Michigans west side.

I love it over there ....even though I have yet to experience a break out day.

We caught a fair amount of fish.......a lot of little fish...I caught one true MI Steelhead which I didn't capture on film. In a fit of stupidity I left my camera at home.....as well as my ID....

In Brians typical shutter-bug fashion he took all kinds of pictures of everything from Fish to very small rocks....the guy is mental...

Something has happened over the past few years in regards to my fishing proclivities..
The second day we all slept in......like past daybreak slept in.....
Normally this would fill me with such shame that I could barely look in the mirror...

I used to obsess about first water!
I am not a big fan of forcing it in any aspect of my life and I must confess that I just don't give a shit anymore...at least not in the same way.

We had one of the greatest trips in my memory.

Good food....laughs...fresh air...and enough fish to make us all feel like we weren't assholes for even being there. I even managed to come home rested???
WTF?

Morin caught a fish that was huge for anywhere.
It bossed him around like the school girl that he is but the horseshoe up his pooper once again prevailed and he got his grip and grin that he can masterbate to later on.
It was one helluva fish.
....we kept coming back to it as we waiting for 9 hrs in the traffic jam on the way home.
Anyway...
Most of the tale is told better at www.numbnuts.com anyway but I did have a great time.


First time fishing with Harv. He turned out to be a decent guy and he should fit right in considering that none of us are smarter than a 5ith grader.
Heres to a new elbow and parental leave.
Later.
BTW... I have been also very busy over here making sweet ,sweet elevator music.

To be fair.....

....BC wasn't all bad come to think of it.

I found a couple of really good beers and I will miss them dearly.
I spent a great deal of time drunk and it is probably the only thing that kept me sane throughout the entire horrific experience.

Here they are.

Okanagan 1516

and,

any of the great Granville Island beers.

If you ever get out that way be sure to order up some of that beer lovin'.

YUM!!

Conversely...here is local little lovely libation that I currently have sittin right in front of me. Sweetness and Light

Certainly worth a look see and can be found at the local store.


BTW......I have had enough of winter already.....It is currently -27 here with the windchill off the lake.

"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy".

--Benjamin Franklin

Well.. I'm Back..

At this risk of being labelled a heretic I friggin hate British Columbia!



I have just returned from a three week long business trip in Chilliwack and to say that I am very glad to be home is like saying water is kinda damp.
What a disappointment.
I don't travel well to begin with but this trip was to bring me to a training facility literally right on the shores of the Vedder river and I figured that if the course I was on began to grate on my nerves at the very least the fishing would keep me sane.
Wrong.
The fishing was terrible.

Upon arrival I contacted a guide that I had booked through a local outfitter in order to work out the logistics of our trip. In a rare display of west coast decency the guide shop actually talked me out of the walk a wade Steelhead 'adventure'.
"Knowing where you are from and considering the condition of our fishery you are most likely going to be disappointed so I will save you some dough...besides the river isn't that hard to figure out. You can access it anywhere and there are usually tons of people."
That is the sound of my heart sinking.



I did fish....I mean I am not a complete idiot.

I ended up buying a ridiculously expensive 7 day fishing license complete with 'Steelhead tag' (?).

I fished the first day with nary a nibble and had planned on fishing the following weekend hard as well but a nasty bout of stomach flu put the kibosh on that.



That first day I fished optimum looking water for about 7 hrs with no less then 300 people and I saw one fish caught. To be fair it was a big fish......probably 15 lbs of hatchery stupidity and it was immediately smashed on the head by the dirt bag that had landed it.

Get me the fuck out of here.

I don't know what I expected but I now know for certain what I had suspected all along......
WE HAVE GOT IT MADE HERE BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!


The crew at the local tackle shop were the rudest MFers I have ever run across and I wanted very badly to burn the place down. When they found out we were from Ontario we might as well have announced that we were from a leper colony.
Fuck them.
I would be bitter too if my Steelhead fishery had gone in the shitter.

After some searching we located a fly shop with some really cool people....one of which was a transplanted fella from Ontario. When we laid our story on him he just laughed and said that his fly shop regularly organizes Steelhead trips to the Great Lakes.

True Story.

Sad Story.

Another thing that shocked me was the amount of crime!!!???
Chilliwack is a gangridden shithole....and I am not talking about wanna-bes....these guys are the real dealio. Drug money and power dominates the lower mainland and it is like living in a friggin warzone...all this with a backdrop of scenery that is so beautiful that it is hard to look at. Surreal.
If I was forced to live there I would surely disappear into the mountains.




Any hoo....I am home now....thank the Christ.

My course sucked but I was successful and with any luck I will never leave my family again.

Did I miss anything?

:o)