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"Lots of wishermen in town" he said.
"Wishermen?" I asked.
"Yeah, wishermen. You know, wishing the river was lower, wishing
the river was cleaner, wishing there were less anglers, wishing
there were more fish.
Water is clearing
There is a wishermen present in the soul of all anglers, especially
this past week and a half. Many anglers plan their whole vacation
around their pilgrimage to the steelhead grounds only to have Mother
Nature rear her unwelcome head. We accept it but that does not mean
we are happy about it. Bad weather and water condition during the
steelhead season is a misdemeanor, and the more we miss de meaner
we get. Thankfully, the Bulkley River is dropping fast and clearing
up beautifully this Friday morning.
All the other rivers in our area, although high for this time of
the year, are cleaning up nicely.
Coho season closes on the Bulkley and the Morice on September 30.
Many anglers have welcomed the chance to target coho salmon during
this special season. We hope with good management we will be able
to fish for them every year.
Fall is here
Fall is here. Take a deep breath of that autumn air, smell the
distant smoke from someone burning leaves, click a mental picture
of the colors, walk along the river, because, there is no better
time than this. Scuffle through the leaves with the family, your
dog or friends.
(All previous issues are stored in the ARCHIVE
for your convenience)
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Listen to the geese before they head to warmer climes,
have one last barbecue, take a drive up to higher ground and take
your camera. Pick the last of the wild berry crop, go trout fishing
to your favorite lake before the water gets hard to troll.
So many things to do, in so beautiful a time of year.
Hunting season
Hunting season is in full rut so to speak. I have
seen a couple of bull moose in the last two days and they have had
their girlfriends along, so obviously the love songs are playing.
Grouse also seem to have good numbers this year and one tried to
play chicken with my van the other day.
Roadkill
Didn't see it coming, just a whump at the top of the
windshield, looked in the rear view mirror to an explosion of feathers,
and thought what the heck. Backed up, picked it up, and you know
fresh roadkill tastes pretty good.
My bird dog, Sage, figured it was unfair for me to
retrieve a grouse because that, after all, is in his job description
but, I carefully explained that sometimes we have to do things for
ourselves.
Check the Photo page for
Bob's Kitimat River photos.
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