So I was going to go fishing today, but...

[Kilgore Trout]

http://waterdata.usgs.gov/nwis/uv?01346000

The West Canada flow is at 200cfs. Never seen it this low in all my years fishing. The record low was 309cfs back in 1931! It's kind of surreal. I knew with the ridiculously low levels that Hinckley Reservoir is at, that the flow couldn't be sustained, but man, what a crummy way to end the season. I was fortunate enough to be out last week when the flow was in the 400's and connected with a couple of fat browns, but at 200 I'm going to leave them alone. Too spooked, too stressful.

I had planned on doing some bluelining to my beloved remote brook trout streams, but I can't imagine they are in any better shape.

Is it just me, or does anyone else notice that the weather just seems to be weirder over the past few years than it was say, a decade ago? I mean, remember last January when it was 70F? And just last summer, half of the fishing season was lost due to the flooding after a spring of monsoon-like rains?

[Connie Bear Orion]

It just give you a reason to travel a little father north.
I was fishing on part of the moose yesterday and it was flowing decently.
I did not catch anything, but it was better then working.

[serotonin]

It just give you a reason to travel a little father north.
I was fishing on part of the moose yesterday and it was flowing decently.
I did not catch anything, but it was better then working.

You did not catch anything because you are a piss-poor fisherman and the Moose River is a pathetic ghost of it's former self.

And Who the Hell is

...little father north.

...?

Isn't he the guy that gets acid thrown into his eyes... repeatedly, every single Spring, especially during the Run-off...?

Are those his acid-laden tears that kill nearly every conceivable Wild Trout Egg...?
Or are those tears yours and mine...?
In our audacity we wonder why... nobody has the balls to count them all.

*

Too many people out there countin' Beans.
Who counts the Dead and Wild trout Eggs...?
How come no one's got the Balls, to count them all...?

Ain't no Money in it.

[sp_nyp]

According to the article in the Utica-Observer Dispatch, the flow was down to 150cfs and they stopped taking water from the HR for the canal system and started drawing more from Delta Lake.

With the rains from friday though, the upper WCC seemed to have a normal flow.

On my way home yesterday, I took a pic of the HR ,where cookingham road (great road name) meets 365. It looks like you could wade across.

http://adkforum.com/attachment.php?a...1&d=1191256910

Seemed to be a popular attraction. There were cars pulled off the road all along 365 from one end of the res to the dam in hinkley. There was also a trooper at the dam as well. I wonder if he was there for crowd control.

[Connie Bear Orion]

You did not catch anything because you are a piss-poor fisherman and the Moose River is a pathetic ghost of it's former self.

And Who the Hell is ...?

Isn't he the guy that gets acid thrown into his eyes... repeatedly, every single Spring, especially during the Run-off...?

Are those his acid-laden tears that kill nearly every conceivable Wild Trout Egg...?
Or are those tears yours and mine...?
In our audacity we wonder why... nobody has the balls to count them all.

*

Too many people out there countin' Beans.
Who counts the Dead and Wild trout Eggs...?
How come no one's got the Balls, to count them all...?

Ain't no Money in it.

Have you been drinking?
Probably should cut back.
Because you make no sense.

[AlSara]

Kind of reminds me of a beat poem...Charles Bukowski?

You did not catch anything because you are a piss-poor fisherman and the Moose River is a pathetic ghost of it's former self.

And Who the Hell is ...?

Isn't he the guy that gets acid thrown into his eyes... repeatedly, every single Spring, especially during the Run-off...?

Are those his acid-laden tears that kill nearly every conceivable Wild Trout Egg...?
Or are those tears yours and mine...?
In our audacity we wonder why... nobody has the balls to count them all.

*

Too many people out there countin' Beans.
Who counts the Dead and Wild trout Eggs...?
How come no one's got the Balls, to count them all...?

Ain't no Money in it.

[serotonin]

Have you been drinking?

Yes.
Excessively.
Are you taking it personally...?

Probably should cut back.

Unsolicited advice...
You know what that's worth.
(I prefer Baudelaire).
http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=850044

"What Time it Is..."

Because you make no sense.

CBO... CBGB's, heebie-jeebies, Stop Making Sense. Talkingheads.






*
Connie, you seem like a guy who actually gives a Flying Fart...
Read this and tell me what you think: http://goutica.tripod.com/water/index.html

Twelve hours after attending a meeting w/the West Canada Riverkeepers,
I was on the WCC, Thursday morning, September 27, 2007...
Witnessed the annihilation of a significant percentage of the base of the food-chain. In my humble estimation, it will require five years to regain it's condition of five days ago. (I'm an optimist).

This prediction precludes the successful passage of specific perversities currently planned by certain politicians...

[Starshadow]

Kind of reminds me of a beat poem...Charles Bukowski?

A fascinating study in what it is to be gifted and tortured. Hats off to Chuck. Now, HE could drink a bit!

[FrankCoz]

I would rather be sloppy drunk, than anything I know
I would rather be sloppy drunk, than anything I know
Give me another half a pint boy, then you will see me go

Now I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Yes I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Now this is the reason why that I drink, I'm just trying to get along with you

I said oh, oh, bring me another half a pint
I said mmmmh, bring me another half a pint
Well I believe I'll get drunk boy, and then we gonna rock this joint

Well I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Yes I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Now this is the reason why that I drink, I'm just trying to get along with you

[Kilgore Trout]

Fishing banned on West Canada Creek


While I'm glad that DEC showed some initiative and closed the river to protect the fish, part of my heart is breaking now thinking of the invertebrate life that has literally dried up in the past week. Who knows what next year will bring.

Never thought things would come to this.

Some guys like to gamble, some like to drink. Some are content to sit on their asses all fall in a recliner drinking beer and watching sports. Fishing is my thing. It's just what I do, and I don't really care to do much else. But lately, it seems that every season that opens brings along with it so much more to worry about in terms of the future of this endeavor. If it's not record low water levels, then it's insanely high air temperatures into October (uh, it's October 5th, and the high today was in the 80's).

Or it's the 7 plastic worm containers I picked up in one night. Or the wreckage of a deflated raft and a case of empty Coor's light cans on the bank of the West Canada. And then there is the parade of out-of-state plates that now seem to populate Rt 12N every Friday and Sunday night (here's a giant F* you to the jerk from New Jersey in the Hummer who almost collided with me this summer. Hope you enjoy your $275K cottage on Kayuta lake. Thanks for the tax re-evaluation). Our rivers are getting more and more pressure as Greater NYC realizes that all the dumb hicks up here are selling land dirt cheap compared to Westchester county prices.

And now I find out a huge development is in the works for the banks of the Black River between Forestport and Boonville. Great.

Things ain't looking good for Upstate lately. And it's not going to get better, between the idiot we have for a president, and the collective bunch of idiots vying to replace him. Good luck hoping for anyone to get the midwest coal plants to clean up. Can't have anything impeding the relentless march of capitalism to enslave us all.

[marzrw]

You're not alone in your feelings, Kilgore. My brother and I are kinda' feelin' the same way lately.

Every year things change and our old spots just ain't the same. We have to continually find new spots that work for a bit and then things change again and then the process starts all over again, year after year.

The real worry for us is, though as you say, someday things will be irreparably damaged.

[Roland]

At least you guys dont have to worry about jobs being taken away, the paltry wage scale up North will keep them working South

[Hobbitling]

labor shortage solution (thread drift alert)

or, if you have an orchard, you can just have yuppies pay you to pick their own fruit!
Genius!!
Like Tom Sawyer getting his freinds to whitewash the fence.

[serotonin]

A fascinating study in what it is to be gifted and tortured. Hats off to Chuck. Now, HE could drink a bit!

If you're happy and you know it...
Clap your hands.



Names have not been changed to protect the Innocent.
Chuck knows that a poet's worthless piece of paper
weighs less than a sculptor's fingernail; yet a poet can't lift it.

I love Chuck...
When he wipes himself on the edge of your favorite sheet.
...somebody's wife beneath it..


If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands...

[serotonin]