Monday, August 28, 2006


choclo Yup, choclo is doing well, most of it is getting it on- some very intence purple , and then there are some blondes, mostly peruvian desert- big kernals, I expect, want some Arica indigiounes seeds- big early ones. Mine sure has liked its chicken shit. Good shit and bad shit. Shit happens. Smith River. There are two Smith Rivers in the NW- one in California has an old growth grove that one can drive through when going between 101 and i-5 and Grant's Pass and Cresent city. The other one in Oregon is very remote and also very beautiful, with a great steelhead stream. Welll.... I had started my Hoedad tree planting year out on the Smith during the steelhead run in January and February, and the best place was the pool at the base of the falls at Smith River Falls. Well, some years after we had planted out there, but still back when it was not catch and release, as it is now, I headed out there to mellow out and after a long drive into the woods I tried some places that I had had some luck in the past, and had not produced, and afterthe long drive that it is , I got to the pull out above the Smith River Falls pool. Well, back then I was driving a sporty Datsun 710 hatchback, that had some electrical problems for which the funbky fix consisted of a toggle switch under the dash on the passenger side and no hand brake, for which I religiously replaced with always putting it in first gear. Well this pullout was on the right hand side of the rode, and about 50 ' above the pool. Well, I pulled up to the edge of the pullout above the pool and turned off the motor and put it in gear at the same time as I excitably stepped out of the car and started to pull my assembled rod from out of its spot on the pasenger's side. Well, the handdle of the rod hit the toggle switch about the time that my first foot hit the ground and the car started r..rr..r..r away from my landed foot towards the cliff and the pool 50 feet below and about the time that I figured out that I was not going to get out of the car before we went over the edge, I got my foot back in and the door closed before we hit the water. Well, I got what I thought was important, including my rod, and found the cold water about to my belly button as I waded towards shore and the young man I had flown over, and a hat that said "shit happens". I guess so, but no fish that day. I got a ride home with the only other folks there. Turns out they were Evangelicals and they suggested we stop and kneel and pray. I suggested we pass. I have my own way that I like. After that, they made it a catch and release, all native stream, and I like to eat my fish. Have some nice trout in my pond- last one was 15" Good eating. Bought 100 9"-10" in April

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