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Shasta, Scott Rivers About to Experience a Large Scale Fish Kill? Low Flows, High Temps Say Yes…

Record low flows and strong fall Chinook salmon run could spell disaster on Klamath tributary

The following is a press release received from Craig Tucker (of the Yurok Tribe) and the Klamath Riverkeeper. It’s not what you’d call great news: Excessive agricultural surface and groundwater withdrawals – and the willingness of state and federal agencies to look the other way – are imperiling salmon and steelhead populations in these two major spawning tributaries of the Klamath River:

Thursday, September 24, 2009

High numbers of fall Chinook salmon returning to the Shasta River are coming home to record low flows and extremely hot weather this week, creating ideal conditions for a large-scale fish kill in the Shasta River. Biologists and water managers with state and federal agencies are monitoring the situation closely as irrigators continue to maximize water withdrawals through the late September heat wave.

“We need to get more water in the river immediately,” said Erica Terence of Klamath Riverkeeper. “Unfortunately, the fish are moving much quicker than the resource managers on the Scott and Shasta Rivers this year.” The USGS realtime streamflow gage on the Shasta River shows record low flows for the last several days, as it has much of the summer. Temperatures are forecasted to be in the 90s through the weekend.

With 1,319 fish past the California Department of Fish and Game’s counting station in the Shasta River canyon as of Sept 22nd, this year’s fall Chinook run is shaping up to be among the largest in the last 20 years on the Shasta. Whether the fish are able to migrate and spawn throughout the basin, or whether the fish turn up dead, will be determined by the extent of irrigation deliveries over the next week. CDFG’s fish counting station on the adjacent Scott River is not yet operational.

“Unfettered agricultural diversions are playing Russian roulette with salmon, and it’s the commercial fishermen and Tribal people downriver who will deal with the consequences,” said Terence. She noted that the sacrifices of commercial salmon fishermen, who face a season closure caused by low returns to the Sacramento River, may be in vain if river conditions do not allow a successful spawning season.

Klamath Riverkeeper is surveying the Shasta River for fish mortalities and is monitoring locations where fish are currently holding in deeper, colder pools. Representatives of multiple organizations and agencies are also keeping tabs on the situation. Unofficial reports indicate at least 7 dead adult Chinook have been documented in the river at this time and fisheries managers and advocates would like to avoid an increase in that number.

Agricultural diversions and groundwater pumping have de-watered the Scott and reduced the Shasta to a trickle for much of the summer. Both tributaries were once abundant salmon producers and are recognized by scientists as key priorities in the effort to restore Klamath basin salmon. Terence added, “We cannot rely on dam removal alone to fix this watershed, it’s time to address the steadily increasing agricultural demand on the Klamath’s water.” The Shasta River was once the most productive salmon stream, for its size, in the state of California. Peer-reviewed science on the adjacent Scott River has demonstrated that decreasing flows cannot be fully explained by climate change.

This year’s record low flows come as CDFG is releasing its final Watershed Wide Incidental Take Permit Program for the Scott and Shasta basins – a controversial and potentially precedent-setting project that would widen allowances for coho kills from agricultural de-watering and other impacts. Klamath Riverkeeper is joining with other salmon allies to oppose the program. Terence said, “With conditions deteriorating for fish every year on the Scott and Shasta, CDFG should be proposing programs that expand protections for fish, not destroy them as the watershed wide permits would do.” She added, “the Scott and Shasta are now growing more alfalfa than they are fish – and its time for that to change.”

Irrigation season ends on the Scott and Shasta Rivers during the month of October.

I’d love to add a poignant twist to all this, but in truth, I’m too pissed off to do so. The politcal environment up here is so backwards (those who participated in our Stream Access/Land Use Planning Nightmare know the County Board of Supervisors would happily see every last fish disappear from the area), and it seems the agencies charged with protecting wildlife are willing to turn a blind eye in efforts to maintain good working relationships with irrigators.

How’s that working for us?

Just so you can watch the water levels dwindle in near realtime, here’s the USGS Streamflow Gage for the lower Shasta River can be found here.

More information on this summer’s Shasta and Scott flow crisis can be found here.

So You Want To Live Here ?

CAN YOU SAY CHAOS ?
Can You Say Celebrity Feather Merchant?
can you say big black suburban?
can you say obama?
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.. A busy weekend is planned in our little town. Bob Jacklin is holding his free casting clinic on the 16th. The merchants have discounted all their merchandise for Crazy Days, (14 - 16.)
.. The West Yellowstone Ski Education Foundation has planned a free guided tour of Yellowstone Park, (on the 15th.) The U.S. Forest Service has over 20 discrete events relating to the 1959 earthquake, (14 - 17.)
.. This is a free weekend in Yellowstone National Park - entrance fees are waived, (15-16.)
.. And, as well, Black Mountain Productions is presenting another free concert in the town park, (15th.)
.. Too, please, don't forget the Wild West Yellowstone Rodeo, and the most feared bull in the world "LUNATIC FRINGE"(13-15.)
.. Yes it's just another weekend in the life of the busiest entrance to Yellowstone National Park.
.. Some of the neighbors would like to see just a bit more activity during a typical weekend. Some would like less.
.. There are rumors of another event centering on our little town tomorrow too. The whispers have been circulating for a couple of weeks now. People are asking: "WHO KNOWS?"
.. The cooks know! The airport personnel know! The NPS seasonal employees know! Most of the neighbors know! The press is just guessing. But there are some telltale signs that it's happening all over again.
.. It recently happened twice when President Clinton visited Yellowstone National Park. It happened when Vice President Cheney 'officially' visited the park. It's happening now.
.. VH-60N helicopters are thundering overhead, so are a couple of UH-60's. For the less informed these are the kind of helicopters that President Clinton used to "tour" the Grand Canyon. They are, in common parlance: BLACKHAWKS & WHITEHAWKS.
.. We were told that helicopters from a squadron based in Virginia are busy inspecting spruce moth damage in the forest - sure thing - what ever you say!
.. The parking lot in the government area at Old Faithful is cordoned off. Rules about travel, walking, bicycling, etc, have been promulgated for today and tomorrow. Dogs with educated noses got to work early this morning. The rangers are even wearing complete uniforms.
.. There were even some stealth Chevy Suburbans cruising around Big Sky, Sun West Ranch, Ennis, Cameron, Buck's T-4, The Corral, and Eino's. Do those guys eat that much? Are they shopping for the folks back home?
.. When was the last time two dozen suits were seen in the kitchen of the Old Faithful Inn? Even the rodents are afraid of that place.
.. Now why do you suppose that a massive amount of fuel was delivered to the West Yellowstone Airport last week?
.. There are no fires in the neighborhood. Why do you suppose some "suits" have taken samples of the fuel to a lab in Salt Lake City for testing?
.. Just what is going on with the Big Black Chevy Suburbans always seen in two's and three's?
.. Never do these vehicles stop: - for signals, or stop signs, or pedestrians - they just keep putting along with some suits in the front! Suits - in West Yellowstone - in August - c'mon!
.. Just why are the usually verbose and gregarious celebrated guides at the most celebrated feather merchant's shop so closed mouth? Just why are they avoiding the pubs? Why are they paying particular attention to certain simple, (Big Tip,) runs and riffles near the Sun West Ranch on the Madison River?
.. The Ennis fishers are sure that the Prez. will fish a spring creek there. The gentry in Big Sky feel that their brand of sophistication will draw the Prez to the Gallatin River. We'll wait and see.
.. Even our village simpletons can figure it out. The Prez. will be here. While the press gathers around a hanger in Belgrade, the neighbors are doing their best to figure out how to not be in town tomorrow.
.. Well, we're going fishing - duh! The tourons will be awed - good on 'em. Stories will abound for weeks and months - hallelujah! We'll post a report, maybe a picture or two - just not of the Prez.
.. We may have a shot of wet reporters if they go fishing too. We may have an image of the BIG PLANE if it flies overhead.
.. Shucks, until four years ago we thought that Obama referred to a fishing port in Japan. We wonder: "what does Fujioka think?"
.. As they say near Mt. Shasta - 'see you away from the chaos.'
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Fishing Memories

bow-river-sunset

Memories of Days Gone ByI was in the south end of the city today for a visit to my parent’s house, turkey dinner and all the fixings always entices me. I returned to one of my favourite spots on the Bow River to try my luck and work up an appetite. This particular hole has rewarded me with many monster trout in the past. I remember walking in and tying up a Buzz Bomb or a Panther Martin and hammering trout after trout after trout. It was that good! If the lures were not working I would grab the flies from the tackle box and tie them to a six inch piece of fishing line. I would tie up two flies, usually a bow river bugger and a royal coachman onto my spinning gear. I would use a bell weigh attached to the bottom of the set up and fire that out into the river, bouncing the rig along the bottom and picking it off carefully as to not snag up. That would catch me fish for sure, sometimes very big fish.

I returned today with high hopes and a back pack full of gear. I sat on the bank and watched the water flow by as I tied a hook onto the end of my dull green fishing line. The river had me thinking of all the fish I hooked and landed from that hole. Big browns, fat rainbows, and even some huge rocky mountain whitefish were landed with ease and grace at this location. The area was perfect for trout, a nice gravely bottom with good cover and deep to boot. You knew fish were there and I knew how to catch them. I finally tied up and cast far outwards where the hole began to sink, should be fish in there I thought. Many casts’ later and no fish. Time to switch hooks to spinner bait. The rooster tail went on and outward but still nothing. I sat back and watched the river wondering where the fish were. I never even saw one trout’s snout, or even a dorsal fin for that matter.

I keep it going after the short break and still no luck. I was puzzled and a bit confused at the lack of action. After all this was my hole, I knew it like the back of my hand. After walking up and down the river several times I decided it was time to go get that turkey dinner in me. Back in “the good ol’ days” I would have walked out of my hole with at least four or five fish hooked and landed but not today. The river has changed in this hole, the once prime spawning grounds of the brown trout has vanished into thin air. Actually it was blown out by the nasty flood of 2005. Gone are those days of massive browns from this hole. It’s sad really but that is how nature works. There is little cover left and quite shallow.

The memories will still be with me as long as I live. I will move on and find another fishing hole to call my own. I know other fishermen and women can relate to this article. If you have a favourite fishing hole you would like to share with us than feel free to write a comment and share your story here. I know I would personally like to hear it! Until we meet again on the river, may all your fish be LARGE.

Post from: Bounty Fishing Blog

Brilliant Blithfield

This weekend was one that Joe and I have waited for for a very long time. It was to be the last of our four weekends on Blithfield reservoir this winter and the one we expected the most from. We were only able to fish one session at Blith last season, the last one, and it turned up a bumper catch for us with a twenty to me and three twenties to Joe so we were expecting big things.

It's been a tough winter there, as it has everywhere, due to the effects of the coldest winter for ten years. Every session has been dogged by freezing temperatures and the dreaded snowmelt - guaranteed to put pike off the feed. Big fish have been caught but many many people have found it hard going and up until this final session Joe and I had struggled too with only one big fish between us, a 22 pounder to Joe.

This session was different though, temperatures had been rising steadily for a couple of weeks and we were in no doubt that the fish would be on the feed. It pays to have a plan and our plan was a simple one, fish the shallows with lures for the first hour or two and then float-troll deadbaits - a technique which we've used to great effect on other waters but which hardly anyone was using at Blith.

They're Off!
We got away from the landing stages first on day one and raced off to our chosen spot ahead of all the other boats. Conditions were good with a steady, warm southwesterly and good cloud cover and we were frantic to get started. The spot we had chosen was free (well it would be, we were first out) but as we approached it I spotted a cormorant surfacing just a little further along the bank. It seemed likely that the cormorant had been feeding and since cormorants and pike eat the same sort of things I switched direction and we dropped anchor exactly where the ugly black beast had just been. I told Joe that we would have a big fish in the boat within the first five casts and clipped on a sinking slider while Joe countered with his favourite burt and we proceeded to lash the surface with them.

One cast, then two and three, still no fish. All too soon the five casts were made and nothing hit the lures, I was wrong then! Cast number six was made and after two flicks of the wrist the slider was hit. I heaved away at the fish, keen to get it to the boat; "Only small." I told Joe, but as the fish got closer to us it seemed to grow, and it pulled back, boring down under the boat. A good hard pull got it up to the surface and I let out a great whoop as Joe slipped the net under what was obviously a good pike. Fat as a pig and in superb condition she went 23lbs 6oz, my first twenty pounder of 2009 ending a twenties drought of some four months - I was well pleased!


Rubber Band Man
We had a couple more boils, bumps and follows on the shallows before it became clear that the shallow water action was over for the day and we set up our rods to troll baits as per the plan. It was quite a while before we had any action on the baits and it was Joe who had the first run but it came to nothing. Missing takes when you troll deadbaits is something that happens a lot. The big problem is that the bait masks the hooks and prevents a good hook-hold. We lost several fish at Chew the week before though and it had set me thinking about how to overcome it. Bigger hooks helps a lot but I had a little trick up my sleeve which I hoped would help. I've invented a rig I call the rubber-band rig. The picture shows how it works and hopefully will save me typing a long explanation but basically the way it works is that I loop a rubber band around the tail of the bait and attach one of the hooks to this rather than sticking it into the bait. This does a number of things. Firstly it sets a nice curve into the bait, causing it to spin seductively as it's trolled. Also it presents the hook clear of the body of the bait so that bait does not mask it. Finally it allows the hook to move independently of the bait on the strike, also increasing likelihood that the fish will be hooked.
I was already using the rubber band rig and after his missed run, Joe switched to it as well. Four more takes followed through the day. The first three produced a fourteen pounder to me and then we had a jack each, all were securely hooked on the rubber band hook. As the day was drawing to a close, Joe's trolled mackerel was taken by something that was clearly in a different league. He dragged the fish to the boat on the heavy tackle and as it surfaced we could see it was our biggest pike for some time.

I scooped it up in the big boat net and at once the hooks dropped out in the net - whew, that was close! 28lbs 9oz, Joe's second-biggest pike, click the pic and look at that smile.


All Downhill From Here
I'd love to be able to tell you that we repeated our success on the second day but it was not to be. the wind swung round to the north and turned bitterly cold making the shallows much more inhospitable for old Esox. Indeed it seems those fish that were caught came mostly from very deep water on slow-trolled soft plastics and our methods didn't turn up the fish. Only one hit between us all day - and it turned out to be a perch!