Saturday, December 22, 2012

The joys of winter

 Perhaps it is due to the stark realization that soon, very soon, we will all be dead, but I do not ice fish these days. Oh, I might be persuaded if some chum of mine picked me up at curbside with a step-side truck full of ice fishing techno-goodies... sonar, power auger, insulated bait buckets, quick-flip ice shelter, snow machine, hibachi, marinaded short ribs, and a bottle of bourbon. On the other hand, I may as well wish to hit the powerball, or for the sasquatch to invite me and my video-camera over to witness the birth of triplets. Such things do not occur.

 I do try to get a bit of tackle organization done this time of year, and that can be a blessing indeed. I try to stay organized, I really do, but I may as well try to ovulate for all the good it does me. It is for me a mighty accomplishment if I manage to keep track of my ass, let alone my shaky heads, or remember when I need to be off the water before the rangers pop me with a citation.

     I dredge through the accumulated detritus in the winter months, and if I am lucky, very lucky, I get to go out and grow ice in my beard in a valiant –but often ultimately futile– effort to ensnare some unsuspecting salmonids in my temporary embrace. No matter that the blessed creatures are nearly in a state of suspended animation... I will not be denied!

     Except I all too often am. I can tolerate the "skunk" when I am throwing big rubber trout in the hope that at least one twenty inch largemouth in the course of an outing will screw up the courage to dance. That I can take. But the idea that a pod of tailwater trout will deny me the pleasure of pricking their lip with a cunningly dressed splinter of steel, well, I can not abide that notion in any way that approximates good grace. It is an affront.

     Then again, who gives a good goddamn if I manage to pierce fish flesh with my efforts?

     Surely, I least of all...

Man, what a looker. 


When trout ninja attacks.


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Industrial Society and its future

     I have been staying busy, what with the impending apocalypse and all. Preparations for the end times are no small task, and I do tend to get carried away. But as the days left till the end of 2012 tick by, I can't help but have second thoughts. I mean, the world has ended so many times in the last decade. Still, there must come an end of the end of the world. After the Mayans are laid to rest as the final millennial scourge, what do we have to look forward to?

     More of the same I hope. Things are actually not so bad. Honestly, they are not. Despite what you have been told, things are as good now as they have ever been, better in fact. And they keep getting better. No, I am not saying that there are not issues. Guns are still not killing people. The climate is changing, for the worse. I am part of that. But we are at least able to disseminate information to far flung corners of our world. Hey, I am doing it right now! There is less disease, more compassion, less violence, and more overall harmony than at any point in our prior experience. Don't believe me? Look into it. You might surprise yourself.

     In an effort to avoid the crippling ennui of corporate employment, I have recently embarked on a change of path. I have been involved in the fishing tackle industry in various capacities in the past, but never as a manufacturer. I am not certain that I like the term "manufacturer" as it carries a lot of baggage, much of it unpleasant and counter to my way of thinking, but in the end I am forced to admit that when you make things repeatedly you are in essence manufacturing them, so I will deal with my reservations.

     I have started a company. I will for the foreseeable future be the sole agent of this company, responsible for all aspects of its activities. My aim is to... ahem... manufacture high quality fishing tackle aimed at enthusiasts and fishing nuts.

     The name of the company is TOADWERX. Stay tuned for further developments. I have several soft plastics in development, and will likely be doing balsa crankbaits and hard resin swimbaits in addition to geeky West Coast style rigs.

     Recently, several people have asked me to actually update this thing occasionally. While I make no promises to that end, I will at least confess my willingness to do so.  It might be to early to mention it, but I have also started drawing again, so some of that will be forthcoming. You have been warned.



Thursday, January 26, 2012

So you're a Master Angler, huh?

     What is a “Master Angler?”

     As an avid angler, I have often asked myself this question. Does the title come with years of experience? Is it a rare mixture of dedication and natural ability? Perhaps there is some other factor, a factor that is impossible to define? 

     If you live in Colorado, the Colorado Division of Wildlife might appear to be a good a place to begin the search for an answer to that question. After all, the Colorado Division of Wildlife is the government agency that keeps records of outstanding catches of gamefish made in Colorado. 

     We will come back to the question of what exactly constitutes a “Master Angler.” But first, we will look at a few facts about Colorado itself. Here is a link to a chart depicting values for the amount of rainfall, on an annual basis, in every state in America. 
Colorado needs water

     My hunch was that Nevada would have the least liquid precipitation per annum, but in reality that dubious distinction goes to Arizona, with just 7.11 inches per year. Colorado, with 15.31 inches per year manages to slightly more than double Arizona’s pitiful rainfall. This makes Colorado one of the driest states in the union. If you doubled the amount of rain that falls in Colorado, it would not quite equal the quantity that falls in Kansas. Kansas is (as anyone who has had the distinct privilege of transecting it via automobile may attest) a vast expanse of mostly nothing, and not exactly soggy at that. 

     In fact, Kansas, despite being smaller than Colorado by roughly twenty thousand square miles, and having about 2 million less people, is very thirsty. Thirsty enough that they successfully prosecuted their effort to enforce the letter of a compact made in the early part of the last century between Nebraska, Colorado and Kansas. This agreement concerns the allocation of water in the Republican River, a watercourse that is common to all three states. 

     Beginning in Colorado, the Republican flows slightly north and east to Nebraska before turning south into Kansas. Kansas maintained that the upriver states were not holding to the agreement, and owed Kansas water going back for decades. Now, people need water, but crops do too. And the economy of Kansas depends to a large extent on agriculture. So Kansas played their hand, and for Bonny Reservoir, it was a royal flush. 
     After the smoke cleared, Colorado was left with two options, one bad, and one worse. It could drain Bonny and send the water downstream to Kansas, or be in open violation of the law. Bonny reservoir was drained, and in a few years time (assuming that there is adequate rainfall for grass to grow) there should be excellent pasture for the deer to graze where Bonny Reservoir once lay. No doubt the carcasses of tens of thousands of fish will enhance the fertility of the land. 

     What does this prove? It is proof that Colorado is a dry state. One of the driest, in fact. Not much water, and what little water there is falls high in the mountains as snow. A great percentage of the annual snowmelt is claimed by farming, a fact that is difficult to begrudge. Some of it is out of state farming, but no matter. People gotta eat. 

     What on earth does this have to do with my original question of what, exactly, constitutes a “master angler?”

     I will get to that. In a minute. 

     First, a little biology. 

  Fish need water

     Fish, like all life, need water to survive. But fish are a demanding lot when it comes to the quantity of water that they require. You might even call them extravagant in their demands. Whereas you or I may be fine with a lot less than a gallon of water a day most days, fish need water in dosages that would surely prove fatal to other types of vertebrate life. Fish are born in water, breathe in water, eat in water, breed in water, shit in water, and die in water. There are a few bizarre fish that can make short expeditions onto land, but even they must soon return to the water or perish. We all learned this as small children, right? 

     So, let us examine the information that I have so far provided. First, Colorado has very little water. Second, fish need water, and lots of it. Sorta makes Colorado look like a less than ideal place to be a fish, huh? 

     Colorado is not a great place to be a fish, and for more reasons than lack of water. 

     Colorado, in addition to being one of the driest places in North America, is growing faster than almost any other state. Not much water now, and because more people are coming every day, even the water we have won’t be enough. I will not even bother to speculate what climate change might mean in all of this; even the most optimistic predictions of rainfall look inadequate in the face of growth that if plotted on a graph looks like an upward curvilinear arc, something Evel Knievel might have made ready use of. So...

     Fish need water like Wal-Mart needs China. Colorado is bone-dry, and keeps getting drier. And the population of Colorado is skyrocketing.

     What does this have to do with the original question? I will get to that, honestly. 

     Anyone who has kept an aquarium knows that there are only so many fish that may survive in a given volume of water. Sure, it looks great to have lots of fish finning around in there, but they soon exceed the carrying capacity of the tank. Their metabolic requirements for oxygen and the volume of waste they create is not sustainable, and soon smelly, smelly fish-death takes place. A rotten aquarium full of ammonia and dead fish is nothing that anyone wants in their house, so the tendency is to abide by the recommendation set by the aquarium manufacturer as to how many fish to stick in the tank. 

     Lakes and ponds are just like aquariums. Big aquariums, but the principals are the same. Only so many pounds of fish flesh per acre are possible. Colorado is in short supply of suitable fish habitat. There are only so many fish Colorado can produce, and no more. There are exploding numbers of people in competition for a resource that is at best not getting any richer, and at worst diminishing substantially as lakes all over the state go dry. This is the west, crops need water, and people gotta eat.

     But does this have anything to do with my original question? I’ll get to it, I swear! 

     Anglers need fish

     In every state in the union, the local agency responsible for natural resources management keeps track of the largest individual fish –by weight– of each species of gamefish ever landed within that state’s borders. This is what is known as a “state record,” and is the brass ring that any serious angler dreams of taking for his or herself. Oh, some people might claim not to care about the record books, but the opportunity to capture such a rare specimen is something very few would not relish, if only for the feeling of personal accomplishment. Thus, the state record has become the de-facto standard of angling renown. 

     There is a problem with this model, however. The very persons most likely to catch a record sized fish are often the committed anglers that will go fishing come rain or shine, hot or cold, day or night, Hell or estranged spouses. They have put countless hours and thousands of dollars into an angling education that far outstrips the bulk of the angling public. They have become conversant in many techniques, devoured any available knowledge, honed their physical skills through endless repetition, and have apprenticed themselves to the twin masters of bitter disappointment and earned success. Very often these die-hard fishermen have killed enough fish to quench the furnace of their ego, and have evolved into another sort of angler all together; one who fishes because they are compelled to do so, but has no desire to kill a trophy gamefish. 

     Some might even call them master anglers.

     Thus, if such an angler catches a fish exceeding in size the existing record for that species, there are two options they may choose. One is to kill the fish and claim the record. The other it to release the record back into the waters of its capture. To a master angler, killing a trophy gamefish is anathema. But there still is a sense of regret in not being able to claim the accomplishment, if only for bragging rights among one’s friends.

     In an effort to rectify this dilemma, the Colorado Division of Wildlife created a program that enabled lucky anglers that captured outstanding gamefish to be recognized for their catch. They called it the “Master Angler Program” and it was an immediate success. 

     Since the creation of the program in the 1990’s, anglers can apply to be awarded a certificate proclaiming them a “Master Angler” if they happen to catch a fish big enough to qualify. As an example, the size a largemouth bass, (micropterus salmoides) must be to qualify for a Master Angler catch is eighteen inches. There are lakes in Colorado where a bass any smaller than eighteen inches must be returned to the water immediately. So, at these lakes, any fish big enough to be a “keeper” qualifies for the program. A four year old girl that caught a keeper with a Princess combo could apply (assuming she could address an envelope or compose an email) for the status of “Master Angler,” and she would be awarded that title by the authority invested in the state. But we do not wish to be accused of trafficking in sour grapes. The adult responsible for the child would surely swell with pride if their offspring rose at a tender age to the exalted rank of Master Angler. Surely such a child is destined for greatness. No, let them have their fun. Still...

     Resource managers need anglers

     A little known fact of fisheries resource management is that surveying a fish population in a given body of water is very, very difficult. Electroshocking is not as effective a method as most believe, and some species are not easily caught in gill nets. Fish survey methods available to resource managers are limited and in-efficient at best, and nowhere is this more true than with trophy sized fish. 

     If one examines the survey data from a lake known to hold large numbers of better than average gamefish, one might conclude that there was something amiss. Seldom in these surveys are larger than average specimens collected. In fact, the best way to evaluate the trophy potential of a given body of water is with creel data, or data collected from anglers regarding the number of hours they fished, how many fish they caught, what size the fish were, and what species. A program that encourages anglers to voluntarily submit information of bigger than average fish (for a pat on the head) is an unqualified asset to the agency responsible for fisheries management. Again, no problem, right? 


Anglers need to protect the resource 

     There are two points of contention with the Colorado Division of Wildlife’s Master Angler Program.
     The first is that even though there was an existing category for dead fish (this of course being the record by weight, or state record) on the books, the CDOW awards Master Angler certificates for DEAD fish, as well as for those released alive. Every year, roughly half the fish that are submitted for the award are dead. Some species, such as walleye, are kept at higher rates than others. But to have a management program that rewards –perhaps even encourages– people to kill trophy sport fish is counter productive to the objective of maintaining Colorado’s fragile fisheries in the best possible condition. 

     The second point is this; though I do not doubt that the information gathered by the Master Angler program helps the CDOW to make informed choices regarding the implementation of special regulations where appropriate, that information should be between the angler who caught the fish and the CDOW. The fact that the locations of “Master Angler” catches are a matter of public record is a mistake. These records serve to further focus attention on vulnerable public waters, many of which are vulnerable to angler over-harvest and abuse by unscrupulous individuals that do not abide by regulations. In the days of the internet, what is put on display stays on display. The fact that the CDOW is chronically understaffed and underfunded is of course only another aspect of the problem. 

     The Master Angler Program needs to change

     The simple solution is twofold. First, keep data regarding outstanding catches limited to the name of the angler, size of the fish, and the date it was captured. People could still brag to their buddies, but the attention focused on sensitive Colorado ponds and lakes would be diminished. 

     Second, do away with Master Angler awards for dead fish. Encouraging anglers to kill trophy fish reduces the quality of the angling experience for all fishermen. Any body of water can only support so many fish, and very few of those can be large. There are a lot of us here in Colorado, and more are arriving every day. We can not afford to degrade a finite resource that must be split millions of ways.


Sunday, January 15, 2012

Some organization tricks

Here is my C&F midge box. I am making use of the 
wasted space on the back side of the micro-slit foam. 

How, you ask?

I got a chisel style blade for my Xacto knife...

And cut the back side of the foam. I can get a little 
more than one thousand midges in the box with the 
center page (not shown here) installed. This is the 
smallest size C&F box, mind you. 
Well, what are you waiting for?

Here is a nice way to store a few random jigs where you can 
get at them easy, without digging. It works well for spinnerbaits
and buzzbaits as well. 

Stretch bead-chain between sheetrock screws. You might 
want to re-enforce the loop in the bead chain that the screw
passes through into the door with thread or wire to prevent
catastrophic systems failure. 

Here is how you make the hangers. Start with a map-pin, and grab
it in your round nosed pliers. You do have round nosed pliers, don't 
you? If not, get you some. Them may be obtained at craft stores and bead shops.

The first bend ^

The second bend ^

The bait hangs thusly ^

And over the bead chain ^

This system also works nice on the underside of the 
lids in storage compartments in your boat. The commercial
systems available are very expensive by comparison, and work no better.