Saturday, November 27, 2021

Dead fish to follow

 I'm goin to  where the sun keeps shining,  through the pouring rain.

Goin where the weather suites my clothes.

Banking off the northeast wind, sail on summer breeze,

skipping over the ocean like a stone...and I won't let you leave my love behind.

Well the world has certainly changed , and with all our restless movement and ongoing search I guess we've helped it along. It'll be strange and a happy change ( damn that's poetic ) to get to Mile 14 southern Bureau in a couple days. Our Surf Fishing Team X is going to need some re organization so it's the right time for us to get there and I'm the right guy to realign the team. Ernie, our second Vice President in charge of details is not coming to Mazatlan this year , maybe never again and I  sure hope not.  Ramon passed away, Slah is always busy with Ara Mex ( a great place to eat so get on down there )  so we don't adventure as much as we used to. Of course my first morning I'll see Alejandroe's smiling face and Stewart will come jogging down the beach with a great fish story about how our friend Gabriel just lost a huge...and a couple mornings later I'll head for the jetty and get Kenny to tell me how shitty the fishing is while Jesse reals a in a Guyo in the background...and then come January Lockwood will stroll up the beach and all the Welle clan will be escaping the North Dakota winter and of course Jason is always doing some wild fishing....it'll  be on. 
I guess one thing that the covid and several recent events in my life have taught me is this....don't ever take anything for granted again. I new it, I just chose to kind of ignore it. This place as seen from Chalio's boat is one of the things I've taken for granted. It's a bit dysfunctional and sometimes weird, like when they've told me 3 different times now that my bikes need to be moved to another place but all in all it's magic...So for all my friends at LaMarina I promise you this : I will not be bitching....unless of course they make me move those $%#* bikes for a 4th time.
So here's list of the the things I have for Mexico in our 20th season. You know how I like a list, a little structure for the truly unstructured.

1. Appreciation.
2. Patience, you won't hear me bitch about my HOA fee's, promise.
3. 7 or 8 new songs....I'd have more if I could just keep from balling every time I work on a Hobo Jim song.
4. String's for Kiki's guitar.
5. A few gifts...although I do have to report that the smoked salmon era is over, maybe next year.
6. 10 extra pounds .
7. I'm bringing along this gorgeous woman / lover / friend / counselor / lender of conscience / common sense advocate and safety officer...

So we'll see you soon Mazatlan. I've made myself a promise to write more so I sure hope you all come back...and Radke, you better be there for Christmas or we're have coal delivered to the Kenai River. πŸ˜ŽπŸ’šπŸŽΈπŸŽ΅πŸŸ


Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Over Escapement Montana Style

Living at Mile 14 for a 1/4 century and in Soldotna for damn near another 1/4 we're used to critters.  We had Caribou entangle their antlers in our fence , we had Moose sleeping under the eve, we had Brown Bears nosing the window wall and of course they got MP's tulips every spring....but the Deer here in Helena are nasty, they're everywhere. And unlike Ham-bone from which we just escaped these deer are big Mule Deer with voracious appetites and a confidence that almost looks like they could charge you.

I tell people that in Alaska they would never have this, there's literally trails in town and not only are they habituated to people they're habituated to my beautifully landscaped yard. Years ago in the Katmai National Park area on an isolated Hagermeister Island the Reindeer heard got out of control and were eating the Island bare and creating huge earthen trails all around the island.  Well in Alaska you can't have that so they hired ( coincidently ) some Montana cowboys who were going to round them up and then sell them....well, that worked so good they were on the plane back in 4 days. So in comes the National guard with helicopters and machine guns and problem solved...and that's what we need here !

But the way it works around here is a committee ( ya know the old adage ' if you want to slow something down form a committee' ) is trying to decide the proper deer density in the urban area. They go out at night with spotlights and count the deer and then hope to come up with a number to manage for....yikes, these guys are right out of the Alaska Dept. of fish and Game ( adf+g) playbook. The number being bandied around is 25 per square mile.  Yawn for emphasis.  Here's a couple pics I took to illustrate why they gotta go. The first one is the trail through our lush side garden and the second one is...well just what everybody needs is piles of doinkers as Geno used to call them.

So when I finally get my wings here and start to try and help I got good ideas...and they're free. The right number for urban deer population should be zero. Period. None. Notta. And then when whatever program that's designed fails like they all do we end up with maybe 1/2 of which we had before and that's moving forward. I'd relate to these Helena people what the Congressman for all Alaska Don Young so accurately said " you can't just let nature run wild " .  And then if I had a minute left in my 3 minute lecture I'd tell them about ADF+G's over escapement theory that was actually created by and sold to them by the commercial fishing industry whose mantra is ' the only good fish is a dead fish '....killed by them  of course. It goes like this : to many salmon spawning in a stream will reduce the run because they use up all the habitat  and spawn on top of themselves. Then the smolt of these over escaped fish go out to sea and there as so many of them that they eat all the plankton and all the bait and , well it's just a big mess.  So there has to be a right number for density and that to many fish is worse than not enough so they should error on the side of $$$ and kill em all. Never mind that common sense will tell you that the fish and the deer have been around a hell of a lot longer than the managers ...ooopp's.....they prefer to be called scientists. 

OK, I'll give it to some people that they are kinda cute when they're fawns.. But just like kittens grow into smelly- stinking - crapping in the house cats they quit being cute at some point. So ...idea # 2 part b on page 37 which is highlighted, and it's an easy one. Obviously we can't be  shooting off guns or arrows in town so we have Mule deer trapping season....
ahhhh, there's a cute one. In the mean time I'm told by locals that they make deer repellent products that work on their sophisticated olfactory sense . Some of it is smells they don't like and some are smells of things they're afraid of, like human beans. mmmmm....well, hello, there's only about 50,000 people in this town ,  maybe that ain't enough smell to work.