Showing posts with label What We Do. Show all posts
Showing posts with label What We Do. Show all posts

Friday, August 30, 2013

Victory







I wrote about the need to remove the Pucker Street dam on the Dowagiac River in southwest Michigan over a year ago. Pressure makes diamonds, my friends. Through letters, emails and phone calls, the city of Niles is finally moving forward with the removal. This is going to open up miles of new water for steelhead and create overall better habitat for the trout of the Dowagiac system. Creating a river quite similar in tempature, flow, length and size of the Pere Marquette several hours north. This rivers best days are ahead. 


The Pucker Street Dam’s days appear to be numbered.
Jeff Dunlap, Niles utilities manager, said the city is in the process of writing grant applications for funds that would be used for the removal of the dam, located north of Niles on the Dowagiac River.
“That will go before council to submit the grant, or grants, at the next [Niles City] Council meeting,” he said. “We would anticipate council approval to move forward in the next stage to competitively make applications for all the available grants and funding.”
Dunlap said removal of the dam is in the city’s five-year capital plan.
“It is on our radar as something we will actively pursue with the best available resources and the least amount of tax dollars expended as possible,” he said.
Andy Selle, fisheries biologist, engineer and dam-removal specialist with Inter-Fluve, Inc., of Madison, Wisc., gave a presentation concerning the removal of the dam at Monday’s council meeting.
Selle said while it is difficult to predict the success of a grant application, there are a number of things working in Niles’ favor. One being, a recent study ranked the Pucker Street Dam as No. 1 in regards to being a barrier of fish passage in the St. Joseph River watershed. The other thing going for Niles is there’s currently a restoration effort underway of the Dowagiac River upstream in Pokagon Township area.
“That shows not only are we going to remove the dam and reconnect the river so to speak, but when the fish move upriver they will have some place to go that’s better than what it is now,” Sell said. “Those two factors in my mind would rank it fairly high in terms of grant competition.”
Removing the dam would benefit Niles and the surrounding communities in several ways, according to Selle and Dunlap.
Selle said the Dowagiac River without the dam could attract more water sport tourism and improve fishing.
From the city’s standpoint, Dunlap said the dam is a liability that has to be either repaired or removed. It was last used by the city as a hydroelectric dam in 1995, but has been around since the mid 1800s.
The cost to bring the dam back online was estimated at $3.5 million in 2009.
“It is cost prohibitive to restore it,” Dunlap said.
Dam removal comes with some risks. Selle said sediment collected behind the dam could flow downstream and cause some issues for the first couple years.
“If you look long term, in a scale of decades, the long-term outlook is you actually have a restored river flowing through that section again,” he said.

Special thanks to the good folks at dowagiacriverkeepers.blogspot.com for never giving up the fight!

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Friday, November 30, 2012

Blast From The Past...

I saw this the other day. I had this poster on my wall in college. 
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Bows And Browns And Tigers, Oh My!


















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Friday, August 31, 2012

Shameless Plug

Hey Dudes & Dudettes... Here is a shameless plug for this year's DSP Carp Slam shirts. My buddy Scott Wells (who I have featured several times on here, including the shot a couple posts down) designed this shirt. They look awesome and proceeds help Denver TU.

All of the cool kids have them....


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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Glass Is Not Dead









We got out this weekend and broke out some glass. It's always great to fish rods with soul. These particular ones sure did.

Visit thefiberglassmanifesto.blogspot.com/ if you don't understand the appeal. 

Photography By: Ben Sittig

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Saturday, June 2, 2012

The Kindness of Guides - Revisited

Some stories do have happy endings. This is one of those stories. Congrats to the fellas at Trouthunter for being heroes to Ozzie. He'll always be in your debt. 

Watch as biologist Rob Cavallaro (Idaho Department of Fish and Game) releases the famed "Ozzie" Osprey back into the wild. Ozzie was discovered injured and unable to fly on the banks of the Henry's Fork late last April by local fishing guides Brad Miller, Chris Andelin and Marty Reed. Ozzie was transported to the Teton Raptor Recovery Center in Jackson, WY, where he received treatment for damaged tissue around his clavicle. We are excited to have him back on his home waters, and are grateful for the efforts of the Teton Raptor Recovery Center who made this reintroduction a reality.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Blast From The Past




























  Broke out the scanner and took an attempt at editing some old prints of fish from yesteryear. 

34" Lake Run Brown caught on a green caddis pupa - Circa 1996

Don't act like those camo waders don't impress you. I see you checking them out....

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Saturday, February 25, 2012

So, you want to be an artist?

Then you should seriously consider visiting the Bristol Bay Lodge this summer for their second annual Artist-in-Residence program. This group is headlined by no other than Bob White, but I think many of you will find my good friend Scott Wells to be an exciting new addition as well. He will be the featured print maker at Bristol Bay Lodge’s second annual Artist-in-Residence program during the week of July 28 to August 4, 2012.  He specialized in Gyotaku style printing, and seats will sell out quickly.


















Originally from San Diego, Scott Wells now calls Littleton, CO home. An extremely avid fly fisher since his teens, Scott, now 35, splits his fishing time between the clear mountain streams above the Front Range and the slightly more opaque waters of the Denver South Platte River. His ink press art is a reflection of his catches, with the latter locale (and the hungry carp within) weighing heavily in his method of creativity and fly fishing. When Scott is not enveloped in the catch, he spends time with his wife Janet and five year-old son Patrick, preferably on a family rafting trip. Scott is conveniently employed by Downriver Equipment.

If you would like to join Bob White or Scott Wells, contact the Original Jedi Master at bob@bobwhitestudio.com


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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Opening Day






















I'm sitting at my house watching another spring snow shower and planning my weekend fishing trip. I started making a mental list of the things I needed to pick up from the shop like leaders and some new hemostats (mine..uhm... got destroyed), and what flies I need to wrap up before heading out. The whole process got me thinking about what it was like to live in a state with a closed trout season. Here in Colorado, our trout fishing is open all year, but growing up I had to leave my precious trout honey holes alone from September through April. This gave the fishery time to heal and gave the trout peace as they procreated.

My first thought was, "man, I am lucky to be able to fish my trout streams all year", but maybe that isn't the case. When I had an off-season, it gave me time to restock my fly boxes and do the necessary maintenance on my gear. There would be ample time to spend with family and friends doing non fishing related things like tapping maples and searching for morels. Believe it or not, fishing is like everything else in life, it is good to step away from it every once in a while. If you occasionally separate yourself from something, when you get back to it you can appreciate the little things again.

Then there is the anticipation. It starts when you put away the cross country skis or you start your end of season maintenance on your snowmobile. You can feel it in the air. The ice and snow melts and you feel the life of spring coming back. This is when you stash away your spey gear and start tying dry flies. I would start taking the long way home from work so I could drive by my local stream to see how it looked. Then the day would finally arrive. After a night of restless sleep, I would wake up at 4am and make a gut bomb breakfast. Mostly an egg scramble with sausage and jalapenos. The coffee and maple syrup (the real stuff, mind) would settle it down nicely and I would head out.

My spot was a small blue ribbon trout stream in southwest Michigan. No... I wont name it for you, but it wasn't a spot that everybody thought of. Most people would migrate to the more popular streams and fish with the masses. I chose to fish in solitude on a special creek under a canopy of huge maples. On the opener, I would always fish dry flies. Not because the fish were stupid after months of not seeing fisherman, but because opening day deserved to be fished in a certain way. That first sip would be the official start to the trout season, so I always made sure that it was a good one.


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Friday, January 20, 2012

I Guess Winter Is Okay...




Okay.. okay...okay... okay....


So I will give winter a chance. After all, sometimes the clouds will break and the sun will shine. The midges weren't coming off with the clouds like they were suppose to anyways, so it may as well be warm. There might not be any bugs coming off, but the water is warming. As the water warms the trout start to get bitey and the fishing finally goes off. The fishing is good and I am happy. What else can a guy ask for?
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Thursday, January 19, 2012

That's What I Am Talking About


Sipping Dry trailer from Sharptail Media on Vimeo.

Sharptail Media did a knock-out job with this new video due out in time for the 2012 Fly Fishing Film Tour (thef3t.com). I cant wait to check out the full version.  

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Good Times


The Adventures of Uncle Hammer - 2011 from _9er on Vimeo.

This is a slideshow my buddy Jake put together of his year. Some of the pics may look familiar, because his photography has been on the Sip a couple times before and I make a couple appearances in the slide show. I'm happy that I got to participate in what turned out to be a great year of fishing for Jake. Until 2012, buddy.

Cheers.

Photograpy by Jake Carey & Friends

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Friday, December 2, 2011

Christmas Is In The Air


A River for Christmas (Director's cut) from Joel La Follette on Vimeo.

All of this snow on the front range has me thinking about Christmas, and how I haven't bought a single present yet... and that i'm broke.

Off to Oregon tomorrow.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

China Cat Sunflower


Sorry for the delay on my posts. I have been running all over the great state of Michigan fishing for steelhead, eating Thanksgiving with the folks, and ultimately driving the point home that pinning is sinning. I caught a few fish and had an overall awesome time. The last day, I got tricked into fishing out of a boat with two guys (who were fun as hell to fish with) who were fishing centerpin rods. I had seen these funny rods plenty of times as a kid and always hated them because they screwed up things for me as a fly fisherman. Needless to say, because of how the boat was always set up and the fact that I had to fish an indicator rod in the only water available to me (the top of runs, only after they ran spawn bags through) made it very difficult.

I still enjoyed fishing that day, but I learned a valuable lesson. If you want to catch fish with a specific tactic (for me, swinging big flies on a two-hander), go fishing with people employing the same tactics. Don't try to convince yourself that "you can make it work", because you ultimately wont. Pick guys that are doing the same thing or go alone. That way you will be on the same page from working the boat to types of water you fish. You also will be able to avoid smelling like bait.

Whatever.... I'll be in Oregon this weekend swinging for steelhead with like-minded friends. All will be right in the world again.

Reports from both will be on the horizon. Stay tuned, kiddos.

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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

I'll Never Leave Montana, Brother





The Bighorn in November... A wet/cold version of Heaven on Earth. 


Thursday, October 27, 2011

Release


























Finning, gliding silently
Over pebbles, 'neath a tree
Seeking minnows, worms, insects
Holes where rocks the flow bisects

Brightly spotted sides of brown
The slightest sound will put him down
Lurking, hunting as he goes
Still he must beware his foes

The eagle, heron and the fox
Weasel, coon and man who stalks
About his world with hook and fur
Feathers, tinsel, line a blur

Man shoots the line and sees it rest
Above the square-tail in his nest
Among the currents, rocks and foam
Safe in his riparian home

Sees an insect, hunger sounds
Like a bell, upward he bounds
Grabs the insect from the flow
Closes maw and turns to go

Panic now besets the fish
Flee this place his fondest wish
Hindered by an unseen force
He turns and there beholds the source

Man has tricked him, he must run
Deeper, away from the sun
Under logs or behind rocks
Far from where the man now stalks
Muscles now begin to ache
He wishes to regain the lake
In deeper water he could hide
Rest himself, restore his pride

Now he's in man's mighty grip
The pain has left his lower lip
He scarcely can believe his fins
Man picked him out and then back in

He swims and ponders on this thing
Why man would cause the line to sing
And wrest him from his river home
Just to leave the stream alone

Written By: Kenneth A Davy

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Getting Back Into The Swing of Things


Yesterday sucked... I started having pains in my chest and stomach, which led to a late night ER visit. Final prognosis was Gastritis, which beats the hell out of a heart attack or ulcers. Either way, I have an upcoming trip to the gastrologist to look forward to. They also told me that I have to stay away from spicy foods, beer, caffeine for two weeks.... I swear, I thought they were about to tell me that I couldn't fly fish either to complete the worst emasculation of my life. That being said, I have two steelhead trips upcoming that shine hope into my dark present. 

Michigan
Ok, I don't want to get into the west coast vs great lakes debate with anyone, so lets just say that I will be swinging flies at anadromous fish. I grew up here and know the waters well. Michigan has had a redonkeylous fall so far and steelhead seem to be trickling in already. By the time this trip comes, I will be back on the bad food and booze train, so things will shape up nicely. I will have turkey, gravy, deviled eggs, steelhead, mashed taters, green bean casserole, lake run browns, Notre Dame football and beer.... It will be glorious...

Portland
Shortly after I get back from Michigan, I will head to the opposite coast. My better half is going to PDX to visit their zoo and benchmark their Zoo Lights event. She is in charge of the same event at the Denver Zoo, so this is an actual job requirement. Not a bad gig (Go to Denver Zoo lights, btw). I will only have a couple days to get out onto some water and have a couple buds that are going to show me around. I have fished for steelhead in CA, ID and all over the Midwest but never in Oregon. So I am in a school girl trance right now, dreaming about fishing the Deschutes and Sandy. I am not sure what river(s) I will fish, but wherever I end up, I will be grinning ear-to-ear. Until that day comes, I will continue not drinking beer or eating spicy food. 

Let me tell you something: you're suspect. Yeah you. I don't know what your reputation is, in this town, but after the shit you tried to pull today, you can bet I'll be lookin' into you. Now, the business we have here to fore, you can speak with my aforementioned attorney. Good day gentlemen, and until that day comes, keep your ear to the grindstone.