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Fishers off Columbia River may keep two chinook

August 5, 2011
NEWPORT – Anglers may now keep two chinook as part of their two-salmon bag limit when fishing north of Cape Falcon. Effective Sunday, Aug. 7, fishery managers increased the daily bag limit in the recreational ocean salmon fishery from Cape Falcon to Leadbetter Point, Wash., to allow up to two chinook salmon. The daily bag limit will now be two salmon per day, and all retained coho must have a healed adipose fin clip. “When the regulations were set earlier this spring, anglers were limited to only one chinook per day,” said Eric Schindler, ocean salmon project leader for the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife. “This was to ensure enough chinook were available for the full season. Catch and effort estimates through July 31 indicated that the one chinook bag limit restriction can be lifted with little risk of having to close early. Chinook catch was at 15 percent of the guideline of 7,400 chinook for the Columbia River Ocean Salmon Area.” Anglers should look for fin clips on coho before netting them. Survival rates of native fish are much higher if they are released before they are netted. The Columbia River Ocean Salmon Area general ocean salmon season opened June 26 and runs through the earlier of Sept. 30 or attainment of either the 33,600 adipose fin-clipped coho quota or the overall US/Canada Border to Cape Falcon chinook quota is reached.
Contact:
Eric Schindler or Brandon Ford (541) 867-4741

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Kids have fun at Ben Irving Reservoir

Updated June 29, 2011

Wanna have fun with your kids ?? Try taking them to a local pond, reservoir or lake for some fishing..

Griffin, Tyson, Garrett and Dani had a blast catching Bluegill and Bass last Saturday.. Bluegill, Crappie, Bass, Trout and many other species of fish are abundent this time of year. You sure can win a kid over by teaching them a sport they can have fun with the rest of their life.. . Congrats to the young anglers in the photo above, and keep up the good work..

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Nice buck with special memories

My Grandfather, who I have always called Papa was hunting with three of his buddies near Burney California in 1951.



Papa killed this buck on that trip. Even though he had taken a buck that was even larger. Papa felt that the horns on this buck were so unique that he had it mounted by a Taxidermist in Klamath Falls.

I have always admired this mount, although being 60 years old it was getting pretty ratty looking. About three years ago I told Papa that when he passes I would like to have the mount. That may sound a little harsh talking about when he passes but you have to understand that he is now 96 years old.



He said, "damn, your cousin Randy asked for it a while back". I was dejected but accepted that it would go to him.

About a year ago Papa asked me if I wanted his guns when he passes. I told him "no, I wanted those horns," knowing full well that it would never happen. We dropped the conversation. A month or so later he called me and said that he had talked to Randy and had offered Randy the guns or the mount. Randy took the guns and I was elated. Last fall, while my family and I were visiting Papa and Granny he gave me the mount to bring home. He said he wanted me to have it because he knew that I would take care of it. After I got home with it I made a couple of calls to local taxidermists hoping they would have a cape so they could remount it for me. Nothing came of it until a couple of months ago when a friend of one of my daughters was at our house and told me that he knew a taxidermist who would mount it. I went by Dennis Gibson’s taxidermy shop the next day to look at his work. I was impressed to say the least. He said he had a cape that would fit it. I told him that I would really like to have it mounted so Papa could see it once again.. He told me that it would take about a month. I left the old mount with him and gave him a deposit. It ended up taking just a bit more than a month but the wait was well worth it. Dennis did an exceptional job of cleaning the old horns up and mounting them. Dennis, if you read this, THANK YOU. Papa and Granny are both 96 years old and living on their own. Both are still in pretty decent health. Papa loves his vegetable garden and keeps busy most of the summer with it. I am extremely proud of them.



I’m sure that Papa will be happy to see what his buck looks like 60 years after the fact.

Rick C.

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Deer gets a free ride from fisherman

I've heard of salmon jumping into boats but, four bucks had to be the daily limit I'm sure!
Four young Sitka black-tailed bucks fell upon good luck Sunday as they were pulled from the icy waters of Stephens Passage, Alaska by a group of locals on Tom Satre's 62-foot charter vessel. Four juvenile Sitka black-tailed deer swam directly toward the boat.



Once the deer reached the boat, the four began to circle the boat, looking directly at the humans on board. Clearly, the bucks were distressed. With help, the typically skittish and absolutely wild animals came willingly onto the boat. Once onboard, they collapsed with exhaustion, shivering.



Here the rescued bucks rest on the back of Tom Satre's boat, the Alaska Quest. All four deer were transported to Taku Harbour. Once the group reached the dock, the first buck that had been pulled from the water hopped onto the dock, looked back, then leapt into the harbour, swam to shore, and disappeared into the forest. After a bit of prodding and assistance from the humans



two others followed suit, but one deer needed more help. Here he is being transported by Tom Satre..



Tom, Anna and Tim Satre help the last of the "button" bucks to its feet. They did not know how long the deer had been in the icy waters or if there had been others who did not survive. The good Samaritans (humans) describe their experience as "one of those defining moments in life." I'm sure it was for the deer, as well.

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A Koke and Big Mac for Memorial Day

The boys wanted a camping trip and I wanted to get a handle on these Oregon Lake trout better known as Mackinaw or "Macks". Kokanee fishing always seems to get in the way of chasing Macks everytime we head over to Odell and Cresecent Lake. The Memorial Day weekend was shaping up to be wet and cold with plenty of snow in the forecast. The boys were determined to go camping so Dad couldn't wimp out just because I might get wet and cold. Afterall I spent a night in a tent in Alaska on Gulkana Lake on a trip to catch Lake Trout thru the ice. It got 47 degrees BELOW zero that night and I literally thought I was going to freeze to death as I bear hugged the kerosene stove with my sleeping bag over my head and the stove, coming up for air every few seconds. Steven and I ended up each catching a laker thru the ice but it sure was cold. The boys and I arrived at Odell Lake and got Bridger's tent set up in between the rain turning to snow. We selected a remote campsite across the lake and the only way in was to boat in. The boys were excited to show me their fire starting kits they made at home from watching Little House on the Prairie. Bundles of hay twisted up and a bag of pitch covered sticks. They found dry wood and bark under blown down trees and before long they had a fire going. Bridger was excited we were using his Bi-Mart special $30 tent and I added a tarp overhead to help with some of the rain and snow.



That evening we found a school of Kokanee and they jigged up a mess for dinner while I kept the boat over the school of kokes in the blowing wind and snow. As darkness fell and we were all snug in our sleeping bags I was excited to get after the Macks tomorrow. The next day was my learning curve and we managed to get a hook up in the morning but the boys managed to unbutton the fish when they gave the mack some slack while reeling it it. I changed out the factory hooks with some good quality Owner treble hooks and bead chain swivels. The next mack to take the rod down came at 2:33pm and wasn't so lucky and we got him to the boat for a welcome party complete with pictures and a picture perfect release back into the lake.



The boys were restless and wanted to go back to camp and "camp". Not wanting to burn them out I figured we had "broken the ice" so back to camp we went and I spend the next 4 hours huddled around another good bark fire while the boys hunted robins and gray jays with their spears they made from a couple of alders. Nice to be the only campers in this remote campground. The next morning we woke up to blinding snow and wind





so I did the unthinkable and fixed up a first class breakfest before we braved the weather. Hey Jim I must be getting older to stop and fix breakfest Huh? The wind and waves about blew us off the lake so we decided to pack up camp and head for the lodge. It was still snowing at the other end of the lake but the mountains blocked the wind so after unloading the boat we went back out fishing. I marked a bunch of macks between 70 and 100 feet so I trolled over them, thru them, between them, under them, sped up, slowed down, S turns, and did everything to stay with the fish. Bridger's rod got buried and he landed a nice 10 pound fish. Small for this lake but big enough for him and he wanted to take this one home.



Funny how brothers can be and the mood sure changed on the boat as Trevor did his best to hide his envy. The snow didn't let up and most boats had left the lake but I was determined to stick with it. We made one final pass over the macks on the fish finder but got no takers. Time to call it quits boys we are headed in to warm up. The gas for the trolling motor was just about out so it was time to head in anyway. We were 100 yards from the lodge when Trevor's rod went off and the fight was on. After about 5 minutes he boated a 12 pound Mack. Think he was going to let that one go with his brother's fish in the boat?



We called it a trip and raced home to get in some trout fishing in the creeks. Tomorrow they will be bouncing from rock to rock casting roostertail spinners to the lurky trout in the dark canyon creek pools. Jim

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