November 17, 2015
Knowingly driving away from a river for the season, sometimes saying goodbye for months on end, is a tough one. Every river has its own soul and the fish that return to them very much do as well. The question “what’s your favorite river?” comes up nearly everyday. There’s no right or wrong answer to this, but I don’t think ‘ll ever be able to choose just one. The fall season’s still hanging on but those drives away are coming, if they haven’t already happened.
Many, many thanks to everyone who spent time with me on the water. It was a great season.
September 14, 2015
Being an involved passionate steelheader, we get bombarded with petitions/call to actions. Seemingly more and more everyday. All worthy of a few minutes of our time. Today, I ask again. We need to stand up and say no to Red Flat Nickel Mine, period. This just cannot happen. Look at what recently took place in Colorado and last year in BC. Imagine spewing toxic mine tailings into the pristine headwaters of the Smith, Rogue, Chetco, Illinois, Pistol, Rough & Ready and Hunter. All these are salmon/steelhead strongholds and about as wild as rivers get. Standing by and allowing this mine to proceed will most definitely open the door to many more attempts of exploiting these rivers. The public comment period ends on Sept. 28. Share with as many as you can. Follow the link below to submit a fast and easy comment against the Red Flat Nickel Mine.
September 2, 2015
It’s that time of year again, yet another summer has come and gone. Dog days waning, with a transition on the way. Maple leaves are beginning to wilt and turn, with the grasses ever dryer. Poison Oak, the very first to begin the change, vibrant red, burnt orange, yellow and some still green enough to fool you. Turnouts once covered and hidden from the unknowing now beg for a look see. Feeder creeks playing with reality, now you see ’em now you don’t. Dodging wooly bears inching their way across the highway. Mosquitos finally fleeting, kinda. Giving an old growth a pat of respect on the way past, many droughts they’ve survived. Wishing you could’ve been here at this very moment when it was just a sapling… Morning shadows hanging on for a late fish. Darkness slowly creeping towards a favorable nights sleep. That’s the way it goes, the way it should be.
Every year we go up and down, this summer was no different. Though, more than we’ve seen in the recent past. Fire, smoke, drought, warm, low water, good fishing, tough fishing…these fish have survived it all, countless times. Things change, it’s inevitable, can you?
A summer of change, a summer to remember. Thank you to all that fished with me and continue to do so. Looking forward to the coming fall and the changes it will most definitely bring…
Keep keepin’em wet,
PS- we have just two spots remaining for the Jefferson Spey Sessions. For more info, scroll down and get in touch if interested. Thanks
June 1, 2015
Come join Whitney Gould, Jason Hartwick and Rich Zellman on the mighty Klamath River, and be engaged in all things spey/all things steelhead for three days of on the water guided instruction.
The Jefferson Spey Sessions were designed to target sink-tip and floating line spey cast fundamentals, both for those who are developing new skills and those who want to evolve what they already know. No spey casting experience required. Gain confidence in the swung fly for summer/fall steelhead, wherever they may take you. Spend three days floating the lower Klamath in one of the wildest corners in California. Big, broad, classic, bouldery riffles and never ending tail-outs invite the spey rod and swung fly. With the Klamath’s famed half-pounders eager to pounce and the bigger late run fall adults beginning to show, opportunities to put new skills to the test abound. Whitney, Jason and Rich share a passion that is unmatched for teaching, spey, steelhead and watching their students grow. Experience a day with each of them and you’ll emerge from the Jefferson Spey Sessions a spey caster and more seasoned angler.
Enjoy three nights of lodging at the historic Klamath River Lodge, which sits atop two prime steelhead runs. Built in the 30’s, by a steelhead fly-fisherman so that he could revel in the spoils of the lower Klamath. Sold in 1964 to the present owner, the lodge now is a staple among fall steelheaders and rarely has a vacancy from September on. Guests return year after year. Rustic cabins nestled amongst the trees offer, clean, comfortable rooms and all the necessary amenities, at double occupancy. Jason, Rich and Whitney are excited to share this place with you!
All meals will be hearty and delicious, provided and prepared by Whitney, Jason and Rich.
The Jefferson Spey Sessions are limited to six angler students to ensure quality one on one instruction.
Two sessions are available for this coming fall season:
- November 13-15
- November 20-22
Klamath River Lodge, Orleans, CA
$1495 includes three nights of lodging, food, and three full days of guiding/instruction
Jefferson Spey Sessions will cover the following and more:
- All necessary spey casts, both river right and river left
- Swinging flies
- Reading water
- Steelhead fishing
- Fly selection
What to Bring:
- 2015 California fishing license and steelhead report card
- waders, boots, warm layering and rain jacket
- personal fishing gear(no rods or reels yet, no problem. They can be provided.)
For booking and more info, contact:
Jason Hartwick email@example.com
Rich Zellman firstname.lastname@example.org
April 14, 2015
We need to protect these rivers for good and for all. Please take a few moments, hit the link below to sign the petition to keep these rivers wild and safe.
April 7, 2015
Winter has passed, short, damp, warm…damn.
A hunger still growls for the low light and upstream coastal breezes with a hint of salt that bear a chill, unremedied until looking into the distant eye of a scarce quarry, when nothing else matters.
The winter run…
Many thanks to those who came fishing with me this winter. It was great to spend time on the water with you all. Looking forward to seeing many of you again this summer.
Into the void for now…
November 20, 2014
Movements through and between mountain ranges, valleys and passes were many. The odometer on the ol’truck ticks ever higher, striving toward greatness. Greatness being if it’ll make it to 300 thousand. Fall brings many rivers into their prime, time spent on the road is just part of it.
It’s a good path. Thanks to all that make it possible.
August 26, 2014
Slowly, summer seems to crawl in, and how quickly it fades away into the longer nights of the fall to come. Every year chasing the next, faster faster faster. As the seasons go by at a high step, the game slows down. The subtleties becoming more obvious and the enjoyment of more than just the fish, far more apparent. The fish are what keeps the head in the game but it’s the rushing water wrapping round the legs, the trees, twittering birds, crawdads at your feet, young of the year darting form your shadow, “smell that cedar”, stoneflies fluttering, caddis crawling, baldy fly-by, a visit with the man at the pool, midday naps, living down by the river, GBH stretched out roosting, the sweet foam line, blackberries ripened in the shade, the moment your new pup realizes there’s something alive at the end of the line, cup of black coffee watching the sunrise, going for a hike over fishing, meals of red meat, green bedrock glowing, pissed-off bald faced hornets, #6 with bacon at the Inn, that orange rock one seems to be on every time, trying something new, log jams of winters past, free pumice, butterflies, tiger lilies, pea-blossoms all summer, kingfishers, when-I-dip-you-dip-we-dip of the dipper, the hot-spot no ones caught onto yet, old-growth, shade, swim/guide bath in the creek, sleeping in, the change, the good’ol boys back year after year, Norman and his Koi pond at the Dogwood, goosebumps, cell service at Baker, Little Pizza Paradise, the “steelhead tree”, nobody around, thunderstorms, greenness, good friends, and the fish are pretty damn special too…
What a great few months this has been. Full of all the right stuff, the good, bad and the ugly. One more before I go…
February 14, 2014
The wait is over, rivers are rising and falling to rise again. The days of checking and re-checking the forecast in hopes that the last day of the 10-day would show rain, a dozen or so times in a 24 hour period are over, for now anyway. Now it’s checking and re-checking to see when it’s going to stop a dozen times a day. Playing the guessing game of when it’ll be fishable again, is the forecast right? Will that half inch of rain two days from now stop it from dropping into shape three days from now? Constant over analysis of differing scenarios and what river to be on and when. With a few days of blowout in the books and a few more ahead all I can do is wait. If you’ve been waiting for the rain to go fishing, that’s too bad…
While it hasn’t been the best start to the winter steelhead season thus far, it still started and you don’t catch them from home.
Looking forward to the next few months and what curves are going to be thrown and the adjustments that’ll have to be made.
February 6, 2014
It doesn’t take a scientist to understand what will happen if we start taking wild fish out of our rivers. It’s common sense really. The past is all you really need to look at, or the state of Washington at present. The future has its own tale to tell as well, population growth, which accounts for countless strains on watersheds, water, logging, fishing pressure, etc., etc. The fish are going to need all the help we can give them. Taking fish out of the system is unwarranted.
It’s not about subsistence anymore, you’d be killing because you can, not because you have to. I mean, take the money you’d spend on your fishing license, tackle and gas and you can buy a few weeks worth of food. Even though we can’t kill wild fish on the Umpqua, the fishing pressure has not subsided, actually it seems to have increased, this means the gas stations, restaurants and hotels are still getting theirs. There has got to be a bigger reason why we fish for them. While I can’t put the reason into words, we’re all there for the same thing (even the guys that want to whack’em), just can’t describe it. Shouldn’t this be good enough?
Kill. Kill. Kill. And nobody wins.
“For the North Umpqua, where we have the most accurate information on wild winter steelhead abundance, the PVA Model found that the population could withstand a sustained harvest rate close to 50% without increasing its long-term risk of extinction.” – Coastal Multi-Species Conservation and Management Plan
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