Surviving Social Distancing

A Perdigon style Pheasant Tail Nymph – Italian style.

So, this strange period of home confinement continues. While we hope and pray that social distancing and not leaving home helps us get through this coronavirus pandemic without getting deathly sick, it is getting old.

Last Saturday, the Butte Symphony should have had its final concert of the season, and as a longtime member of the orchestra it seemed strange to be going through the motions of playing my horn without an upcoming concert on the calendar. 

It also seems strange to not be going to a weekly Kiwanis meeting. I’ve been a member of this great international service organization for almost 47 years, and as of yesterday, I’ve now missed five meetings in a row—something that has never happened before in those 47 years.

Of course, this past Sunday was Easter Sunday, and it seemed super strange to not be in church and singing celebratory Easter hymns.

But, strange as it is, we are getting through this and here in Butte the covid-19 numbers are holding at a relatively low and stable level. With that modest promise of continuing good health we’ll continue to avoid people.

When the weather has permitted, I’ve been using some of the time by getting a head start on spring yard work. While March went out like a lion, with over 13 hours of daylight, those late snows melt quickly and it’s good to be outside enjoying some sunshine and getting things cleaned up.

When the weather has been nasty, I’ve been spending some time at the fly-tying vise learning some new tricks, as well as restocking my fly boxes. One of the things I’ve been learning is the Perdigon fly. The Perdigon is sometimes referred to as a European nymph and it’s noted for being able to sink quickly and attract the attention of trout.

The fly in the photo is an Italian Perdigon version of a pheasant tail nymph. The tail fibers are from a pheasant tail, but the body has red thread with gold ribbing, then a section of white thread with silver ribbing, and, finally, a bright orange thread in back of the beadhead, and then the whole body has a coating of UV resin that cures to a tough finish with a little blast from a UV light. 

A variation of a UV resin coating is something I picked up from Zac Sexton, a former Butte resident, rod builder and fly designer, is to use a clear sparkly nail polish.

As fly-fishing is one of those outdoor activities that adapt well to social distancing, I’m ready to get out of town for another day of fly-fishing to try some of these nymphs. 

While I’m looking forward to some baetis or blue wing olive mayfly hatches now that we’re in mid-April, we shouldn’t forget that the spring wild turkey season opened last Saturday, and it runs through May 17. Turkey hunting is another activity that lends itself well to social distancing. 

I’ll note that this extended shutdown is really doing a hit job on people who make their living in various aspects of outdoor recreation. Here in trout country, we have flyshop operators, outfitters and guides, lodge owners, and others who work hard to make a living through helping the rest of us enjoy outdoor outings. My message to them is hang in there; better days are coming.

Kirk Deeter, a well-known fly-fishing writer and editor, edits Angling Trade, a trade paper for fly-fishing businesses. He writes, “Social science is predicting another baby boom as a result of the covid-19 Pandemic. We don’t know about that, but we do think there will be a fishing boom. Fishing has always seen a resurgence during times of national healing…The whole damn country is in need of healing and we are in a position to provide some of that.”

He adds, “I’m taking a doctor (or nurse, or both) fishing…for free…when this is over (or at least on pause.)”

So, on that note, if the sun is shining, go outside and breathe in some fresh air, and think positive thoughts.

Outdoor Recreation and Coronavirus

A quiet afternoon on the lower Big Hole River

I took advantage of a halfway decent day last week to practice social distancing on the Big Hole River. I enjoyed the outing and my usual partner, Kiri, really enjoyed it, as she scampered around riparian woodlands along the river. 

The fish catching? Let’s just say that the trout were also practicing social distancing, as far as paying attention to the flies I was casting in their direction. Some fish were occasionally rising to midges, but not my humble imitations.

While outdoor recreation is permitted under the current “stay home” policies, we’re going to find some restrictions.

First of all, the Beaverhead-Deer Lodge National Forest has closed all Forest Service campgrounds in southwest Montana.  Campgrounds in the Lolo and Lewis & Clark National Forests are also closed, so I surmise that all other National Forest campgrounds are closed until further notice.

Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks announced changes to FWP recreation areas. State parks, fishing access sites and wildlife management areas remain open for day use only. Overnight camping will not be allowed. Bathrooms at many locations may be limited because of current lack of personal protective equipment and cleaning supplies. Group use sites and visitor centers and playgrounds, where applicable, are closed. FWP also suggests that if a fishing access site or state park parking lot seems crowded, people should find another place to recreate.

Currently, both Yellowstone and Glacier National Parks are closed, and discussions are underway about whether to close all the Parks, as the National Park Service reports that seven employees have tested positive to the virus.

Bureau of Land Management recreation areas remain open for fishing and camping, according to a Butte BLM spokesman. While facilities are open, services, including outhouse cleaning, may be limited, and people should maintain social distancing.

Kiri, my ever faithful chaperone, keeping an eye on me.

The current novel coronavirus or covid-19 pandemic dominates the media like few things we’ve experienced in our lifetimes. With print, broadcast, cable, internet, and social media, we are inundated with news and controversy to a level unprecedented during any prior major event in our nation’s history.

Make no mistake; what is happening right now, from a local, state, national, or international perspective, is a watershed moment in history. 

The current pandemic has prompted many of us to look back at the so-called Spanish Flu pandemic of 1918, an event that became entwined with the other great event of the time, the Great War, or World War I, as it became. Here in the U.S., the epidemic spread like wildfire in military training camps and troopships. According to Wikipedia, there is evidence that influenza was present in Europe as early as 1915. That pandemic raged around the world through 1920, and the final death toll ranged from 17 million to 100 million. 

The current pandemic started in China and in just a few months it has spread around the world.  Here in the U.S., we went from one case in Washington in January, to, as of a week ago, over 186,000 cases and nearly 4,000 deaths, and those numbers will likely be substantially higher by the time anybody reads this, and experts forecast that the death toll could be between 100,000 to 200,000—in a best case scenario.

As we close down businesses, church services, concerts, and everything else involving any kind of gatherings of people, as we try to “flatten the curve,” our economy is going into recession and it’s hard telling whether we’ll experience another depression like we had in the 1930s. It’s heartbreaking to think of the many small businesses that may not survive.

Of course, all this is happening in the middle of a presidential election year, as well, and how the country was managed or perceived to be managed, during this time will most likely determine how many Americans will vote in November.

Meanwhile, as our attention is distracted, the Trump administration is busy selling oil and gas drilling leases on BLM lands, throwing air and water pollution safeguards under the bus, suspending criminal penalties for corporate actions that kill birds, and rolling back auto gas economy standards.

Fishing is Fun – Stay Safe!

Staying safe & healthy on the rivers – Montana Trout Unlimited photo.

Kiri, our Labrador retriever, and I practiced social distancing along the Madison River last week. We were quite successful, having a conversation with just one other angler. I was heading back to the access point parking lot, and he was just heading out.

He noticed the St. Olaf College decal on my truck window and asked if I’d gone there and after I said yes, he asked what year I graduated. “Boy, you’re really old!” He laughed and added, “I’m about 7 years behind you.” 

It turned out that he hailed from Duluth and had friends who had gone to St. Olaf, though he’d gone to the University of Minnesota-Duluth. 

Our conversation was at a distance of about 15 feet, so we enjoyed a good conversation at a safe distance.

I like to think that fly-fishing is a good way to enjoy life while we go through this time of plague. There’s abundant fresh air and at least there’s the chance of encountering fish.

Nevertheless, during this period we’re going through, a day of fishing carries risks, especially when other people join us in the outing. Appropriately, Montana Trout Unlimited sent members a list of suggestions that I’m borrowing, with some of my own.

If you’re with other people, a long drive in an enclosed vehicle exposes yourself and others to risk. You might want to drive separately to an agreed destination. 

If you’re going on a day of guided fishing, drive to the launch point and meet your guide there, and you may also want to pay for a shuttle for your vehicle. If your vehicle was shuttled to a take-out point, wipe down your steering wheel and door handles. If you’re a guide, carry disinfectant wipes and hand sanitizer in your vehicle and on the boat and wipe things down before and after a trip.

One of my rules for fly-fishing is to go to the bathroom before putting on waders. Of course, after taking waders off, a trip to the bathroom is usually in order, as well. But, have you considered how many people use those fishing access outhouses? One good sneeze in an outhouse could fill that little space with virus-laden aerosols, and those viruses can exist for a surprisingly long time on a hard surface. I don’t have answers for all the many possibilities, but a disinfectant wipe on the door handle and toilet seat is most likely in order, and washing hands with a sanitizer afterwards should be mandatory.

MTU suggests that if you didn’t stock up on disinfectant wipes, moisten a small batch of paper towels with a bleach solution and keep them in a jar in your vehicle for wiping down handles, steering wheel, and gas pumps, as well as outhouse doors and seats. Dispose of them properly. 

Bring your own gear and avoid sharing supplies with other members of your party. Lubricate your knots using river water instead of saliva. If you’re trimming a knot, use a nipper. Don’t bite that tag end off. Your dentist will endorse that, also.

Bring your own water bottle, drinks and food. Don’t share lunches or drinks. 

If you’re feeling sick, tired, or worn down, stay home and rest. If rest doesn’t help, or you get worse, consult your health care provider. 

Trout Unlimited concludes that fishing is a great way to get away from the stress we’re having now, and by following some simple guidelines we can relax, have fun, and keep our friends and ourselves happy, healthy and safe.

As for my outing on the Madison, I’m sorry to report that I never had a bite or a rise. Of course, my expectations for any kind of success on early season outings is realistically low. The water is still icy cold and there’s not much bug life yet.

Of course, it didn’t help when, towards the end of the day, I pulled in my line to check my fly, only to see it had come off without my noticing it. Fishing is sometimes more successful when we use fishhooks.

Stuff to do during a pandemic

Take your dog fishing during the pandemic.

Bubonic Plague, the so-called Black Death, ravaged Europe again and again through the late Middle Ages, starting in Sicily in 1347. There were recurring outbreaks that ravaged whole countries. The numbers of deaths stagger the imagination. In the first half of the 17th century, plague claimed 1.7 million victims in Italy. The four-year outbreak of 1347 to 1351 killed from 75 to 200 million people. Plague hit London in 1665, one final time, killing an estimated 100,000 people.

If you had to read stories from Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales at some point in your education, you were sampling literature that came out of the Plague, as the stories are from a group of people making a pilgrimage to the cathedral in Canterbury. 

One of the reasons the people were making a pilgrimage was to escape crowded cities where people were dying in droves. In short, they got out of town and went camping, and what do people do in the evening, sitting around the campfire? They tell stories, of course.

The current novel coronavirus global pandemic hopefully won’t be as bad as the plagues that ravaged much of the medieval world, but going camping might be a good idea for getting away from people who might be carrying infection. It’s just another way to achieve social separation.

Of course, it’s still March and while we might have weather suitable for camping one day, on the next day it might be more like a winter survival exercise. 

In any event, getting outside is one way to enjoy life while we’re avoiding people. Here are some of my ideas of things to do outside in early spring.

Go fishing. Many lakes, such as Georgetown Lake, are still frozen and people are still drilling holes in the ice and dropping a line. Ice fishing is kind of a sociable sport, of course, but it shouldn’t be too hard to maintain safe separation. My preference for fishing is fly-fishing and that’s kind of the definition of a solitary outing. If there are other anglers around, they normally strive to give others wide berths so as to not mess up each other’s success.

I originally suggested downhill skiing as an option for getting outside and maintaining social separation. Discovery Basin, our local ski area, west of Anaconda, was open last week and I was able to get in one last day of skiing. That’s no longer an option as they closed for the season on Sunday, March 22, after consultation with Granite County officials.

Cross-country skiing is still a great option, as we should have several more weeks for getting out, whether at developed areas or just freelancing out in our public lands.

Go hiking, or go for a walk. Whether you want to take a walk around the neighborhood or go out on a trail into some of our public lands, the opportunities are virtually unlimited. 

If the weather is bad, or you just want to stay in, there are things to do that will connect you to the outdoors. 

This would be a good time to tie flies, or to learn fly-tying. If you have kids at home getting restless, this could be a good time to teach them to tie flies. 

This could also be a good time to build yourself a new flyrod. You can order rod-building components through a number of dealers, many of which are online. I’ve built a number of rods over the years and it’s a fun project to build a fishing pole that is uniquely personal. 

With both fly-tying and rod building, if you’re a beginner, there are endless YouTube videos demonstrating how to do just about anything. 

In any event, with so many of our organized group activities being shut down for an unknown duration, there is a serendipitous gift of time—time to do things or to learn new skills. Make the most of it, and stay healthy doing it.

Steelhead & Bird Dogs – spring reading!

Norman Maclean’s famous novella, A River Runs Through It, and the subsequent movie, spurred growth in fly-fishing, back in the 1990s. Most people agree that if you think the story is about fly-fishing, you’d better read it again. It’s the story of a family and fly-fishing was one of the things that glued the family together.

I was reminded of that in reading a new book this winter, Steelhead Lies – My Life in Rivers, (Wild River Press) by John E. Nordstrand. My son, Kevin, recommended the book and, in fact, gave me a copy for Christmas. 

As it happens, Kevin and John Nordstrand were college classmates at St. Olaf College in Minnesota back in the early 1980s, and have maintained a long-distance friendship through the years. Kevin occasionally mentions John and wonders if I have ever run into him at outdoor writer gatherings, and, sadly, I haven’t.

John lives in California and his outdoors passion is fly-fishing for steelhead, those ocean-run rainbow trout that return to west coast rivers to entertain, tantalize and, in the end, frustrate anglers who haunt those rivers in search of fish and, perhaps, the meaning of life. If this seems to have a resemblance to the late Russell Chatham, John does, in fact, write of one of the northern California rivers that Chatham haunted in his younger years.

Steelhead Lies is a collection of essays and photographs on steelhead fishing, first published in a variety of publications that primarily focus on steelhead and salmon. 

While steelhead fishing ties the stories together, it’s a book about family, John telling of fishing, as a boy, with his father, a Congregationalist minister, to later years when his father suffered from mental illness. Along the way John becomes a father, teaching his son to fish. His marriage falls apart, and his father dies, after years in a mental hospital. 

While reading the book I occasionally had to pause and think to myself, “My gosh, this guy can really write!” The photos are spectacular and the writing is stunning.

I’ll also mention that in a final chapter John tells of finding healing on a river, after struggling to cope with his father’s death. It’s a moving story.

If steelhead fishing is mostly foreign territory to me, pheasants and dogs have long been part of my life. Pheasant Dogs is also the title of a book by Keith R. Crowley, a Wisconsin-based writer and photographer, who I have met at outdoor writer gatherings. 

Pheasant Dogs (also by Wild River Press) is a coffee table size collection of interviews and photos of bird dogs and their owners, all about the passion these people and dogs share for upland bird and waterfowl hunting, especially for pheasants.

Crowley lives in Hudson, Wisconsin, virtually a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul, and made contacts for interviews through his proximity to the headquarters of Pheasants Forever, where, he notes, “Every day is bring your dog to work day.” In fact, some of his interview subjects work for Pheasants Forever.

Through the chapters, we learn about a lot of the various sporting dog breeds that are used for pheasants. Not surprisingly, Labrador retrievers dominate the field, but there are also a wide variety of dog breeds included, such as English cocker spaniels, Brittanies, French Brittanies (yes, there’s a difference), Bracque Francais, setters, pointers, pudelpointers, etc. If you were shopping for a bird dog, this could be really helpful.

The dog owners are also an eclectic mix of men and women, including breeders and trainers, such as Tom Dokken, or journalists, such as Ron Schara, a longtime outdoor writer and TV personality. Some of the women, such as Julia Shrenker, came into pheasant hunting because they found themselves owning a bird dog and someone telling her, “It would be a crime to not train her to hunt.”

A question Crowley asked everybody was whether they’d continue hunting if they didn’t have a dog. Invariably, for various reasons, they agreed that if they couldn’t hunt with a dog, there’d be no point to hunting. 

I know all too well what they mean.

Fishing Means it’s Spring!

The lower Madison River at the end of February.

On the second day of March I went online to buy my 2020 hunting and fishing license. I’m now licensed to go fishing, plus hunt upland birds and waterfowl for the coming 12 months. It cost a little more than a few years ago, especially considering there were a couple years when it was free for geezers. Still, if all goes well, I figure it should all amortize out to around 75 cents per outing and, living in Montana, it’s more than worth it.

Before I splurged on that license, I took the advantage of a relatively warm day, for February, to use my 2019 license one last time.

The lower Madison River is one of my favorite destinations for early season flyfishing. At the lower end of the Beartrap Canyon, it’s usually ice-free and there are plenty of access points. I’ll also note that it’s mainly public land, managed by the Bureau of Land Management, and there will be special places in purgatory for any politicians who think the Federal government should get rid of that public land.

With that rant out of my system, it’s a special time, that first time out in the year, when I put on waders and assemble my flyrod for the first time. I briefly wonder whether I still remember how to tie on a fresh tippet on my leader or tie on a fly. I’ll confess that I had to re-tie one of my knots, but that’s about average for any time of the year.

This stretch of the river gets a lot of use by the public. I don’t think I’ve ever gone there, regardless of season, when there weren’t other people fishing, either wading or putting in a drift boat. Still, I’m always impressed by how productive the river is.

I really wasn’t too worried about catching fish, not when it’s February, and the water isn’t much warmer than ice. I was pleasantly surprised when a fish took my fly, a small beadhead nymph. The fish felt like it might have some size to it, though in the icy water it was still kind of sluggish, and mostly tugged back instead of jumping or going for a run. It managed to slip the hook before I could identify the fish.

After taking a break for lunch and to warm my feet, I got back in the water and this time I hooked and landed a little rainbow trout, that I put back in the water after removing the hook and saying thanks to the fish gods.

As is usually the case, fishing the Madison is defined by the wind. When I first started, it was a little breezy with occasional gusts. By the time I gave up, it was a lot of breezy with occasional gusts that about blew me over. On one of those gusts I leaned hard into my wading staff to brace myself against the wind.  I finally took that as a sign that it was time to go home.

On this penultimate day of February, spring was in the air. At one spot on the drive, I spotted a pair of Canada geese that were paired up and thinking of starting a family. A hundred yards further, two pheasants were in the same frame of mind.

Along the road a couple magpies flushed from the ditch. As I passed the spot, out of the corner of my eye I saw a golden eagle in the ditch.  I’d guess the eagle and magpies were feasting on a road-kill deer. 

I couldn’t help but reflect on the week. On Monday, I went skiing at Discovery ski area, enjoying fresh powder and some of the best snow of the season. Now a few days later, I was fly-fishing one of Montana’s premier trout rivers. Life is good, and I feel thankful for living in an area where all this is possible. 

I’ll also note that with this last outing, I used my 2019 fishing and hunting license in every month of the license year, and that’s my plan for my new license, too. 

Urban Wildlife in Butte MT

Common urban wildlife – the ubiquitous cottontail rabbit.

My front yard is buried under deep snows that have been accumulating since late November. Shaded by our house, it gets little direct sunshine until the Vernal Equinox. 

By its outward appearance it looks like an expanse of undisturbed white snow, other than at its center, where a sidewalk leads down to the street and our mailbox.

Fresh snows keep covering up evidence of activity, such as when Kiri, our Labrador retriever, goes galumphing across the yard. Fresh snows also reveal other visitors. A week ago, just after a half-inch of snow, there were deer tracks going down the sidewalk. The deer walked through the deep snow next to our house and then took the easy route back to the street.

The last couple years we’ve had a family of mule deer living in our neighborhood and the sight of deer tracks in fresh snow has gotten routine. The deer are most active at night so we don’t see them all that often, though there are surprises, such as the early morning last winter when I was up early to go duck hunting. When I brought Kiri out of the house she immediately went tearing down the driveway, growling and woofing, scattering half a dozen deer in as many directions. I don’t know how Kiri saw or sensed them so quickly in the pre-dawn gloom, because they were still almost invisible to me.

Last spring, when the snows melted, I was amused to see a pile of deer droppings on the old grass, indicating that at least one deer came into our fenced-in backyard during the winter to check out the situation. 

A couple weeks ago, while my wife and I were eating dinner, two yearling deer strolled down the alley behind our house.

Last August we were getting organized to go camping over Labor Day and to get out for the first grouse hunting of the season. At the same time we were finishing up a kitchen remodeling project, and Terry, our contractor, looked up from his plans and looked out our front window and said, “You don’t have to go out of town to go hunting. They’re right out there,” pointing to a 3-point mule deer buck standing in the street in front of our house.

These mule deer are a relatively new addition to the neighborhood. Before they came our usual wildlife residents were mainly cottontail rabbits and songbirds. 

A rare sighting a few years ago was a red squirrel jumping along the backyard fence, tormented by a pair of magpies, who made it clear that squirrels don’t belong in our neighborhood. 

Another rare sighting was over 20 years ago. I had just come home, tired and sweaty, from an afternoon walk in the mountains in an unsuccessful hunt for grouse. As I drove into the driveway, my wife was walking out the back door of our house carrying a camera. She beckoned to me to follow her, explaining that our next-door neighbor called, saying, “Come over here if you want to see a grouse.” Sure enough, there was a dusky (or blue, if you prefer) grouse feeding on berries in his hedge. This grouse had evidently wandered down from the heights of the East Ridge in search of some variety in its diet.

There is other wildlife in the neighborhood that we rarely see but still sense their presence. I’m thinking, of course, of springtime evenings when there’s a scent of skunk wafting in the air.

Of course, people living on the outskirts of the city, or along a watercourse that comes through town, have more wildlife sightings, such as bobcats, moose, and the occasional black bear. One of my wife’s friends told of coming home from a weekend and finding half a dozen elk bedded down in their yard, resting from the exertions of cleaning all the apples off their tree.

I worry, at times, about my garden, with all these deer living in the ‘hood. So far, though, it’s cottontail rabbits that nibble off the choicest and most tender spring seedlings.

New Licenses – a Spring Ritual

Fishing & Hunting Licenses – the passport to Montana’s great outdoors.

Going back to our first heavy snowfall in late September, and subzero temperatures in October, we’re having a long winter. But, cheer up! We’re just about at the end of February, even if this is a leap year with that extra day in February.

We could probably make a good case for having that extra day on June 31, when it’s warm and sunny. It would be a good day for a holiday and an outing.

Of course, that would be unfair to people living in the southern hemisphere. Tacking leap day to the end of June would steal a day of their summer and move it to winter. 

The reason we have leap years and leap days is that Earth’s trip around the sun isn’t exactly 365 days. It’s 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 45 seconds. Without those leap days, our calendars after 100 years would be off by 24 days.

Julius Caesar is responsible for those leap years, which he implemented in 45 BCE, just a year before his death on March 15, 44 BCE.  His calendar, the Julian calendar, was a good step, but adding that leap day every four years was a bit too much. In 1582, Pope Gregory XIII introduced the Gregorian calendar, which basically skips leap years in century years that are not divisible by 400.  So, the years 1700, 1800 and 1900 were not leap years, though 1600 and 2000 were. This isn’t perfect, of course, but it’s pretty good, as it’s off only one day per 3,030 years.

Even with that leap day, it’ll be March 1 on Sunday. The Vernal Equinox doesn’t happen until March 19, but March 1 marks the beginning of Meteorological Spring. Even here, in the northern Rocky Mountains, we can sense that the season is changing.

That changing season also means that it’s time to buy new fishing and hunting licenses for the 2020 license year that begins on March 1.

In January Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks announced some changes in the licensing procedures. 

If you’ve usually purchased your licenses at an FWP office, or at a license vendor, your licenses have been printed on a weather-resistant paper. The technology for printing those licenses is out of date, so licenses this year will be printed on standard 8 ½ x 11-inch paper. Further, if you buy your license online, an electronic version on your mobile phone will be acceptable in case of a license check.

Further, carcass tags will also be printed out on ordinary paper. FWP recommends that you carry them in a small sandwich bag to protect them when you tape the tag to your critter.

Additionally, hunters applying for special licenses or permits will have to do it online or at an FWP office. Mail-in applications will no longer be accepted. This will speed up the drawing process, and drawing results will be available in just two weeks after the application deadline, instead of around six weeks in past years.

When the changes were first announced, some people expressed dissatisfaction on the FWP Facebook page, especially with printing tags on ordinary paper. While it might be a bit of a bother to put tags in a little baggie, we’ll get used to it.

In recent years I’ve gone online every spring to buy my fishing, upland birds and waterfowl licenses all at once. As the license I get is an online PDF document, I print a number of copies and put a copy in each fishing vest or hunting vest plus a few extra for my vehicles. I don’t plan to rely on a license on my phone, as I don’t normally carry it when I’m on the water or in the field. I have it on good authority that phones on the bottom of a river or cattail slough are mostly useless.

I always look forward to that spring rite of getting licensed for another year of fishing and hunting, especially here in Montana where the possibilities are almost endless. It’s going to be great.

The Rape of Pipe Organ National Monument

Hate to say it, but I think I’m getting cabin fever, and anxious for spring.

Actually, I haven’t been shut in the house. If you have a Labrador retriever you have to regularly go out and get some mutual exercise. I’ve certainly gone out and shoveled snow, and by now it would total in multiple tons. I’ve also been skiing just about every week since the hunting season ended in January. 

I sat in on an evening of fly-fishing films a couple weeks ago, and one of them gave me the urge to go to Costa Rica and go fishing for machaca, a fish that lives in small streams that flow down from the mountains to the sea. The machaca are a primarily vegetarian fish that live on fruit and flowers that drop from trees that hang over the river. 

You might think that fruit-eating fish might be a gentle sort, but you’d be mistaken. The fish are highly tuned in to the plop of a falling fruit and they rush in to grab it before another fish beats them to it. If that fruit turns out to be a fly, it tail-walks like a trout or smallmouth bass. I did some more reading on machaca and learned that fly anglers generally use poppers in various colors such as green, yellow, orange and red to match local flowers and fruit, as well as black and white, to match a favorite treat, bird poop. 

No, I didn’t make that up.

Surprisingly, the machaca is related to the notorious piranha of the Amazon, and the fish do have an impressive array of teeth, though they’re mostly used for crushing and grinding fruit.

Just to confuse things, machaca is also the name of a Latin American food, mostly based on shredded beef, and used to make tacos, burritos, and other dishes.

That’s the sort of things we learn in the process of trying to learn about something else. 

I also learned about abundant opportunities for fly-anglers in Costa Rica, ranging from tarpon along the coast to rainbow trout in the mountains above 9,000 feet. 

Is a trip to Costa Rica on my bucket list? Probably not, but it’s a reminder of the virtually endless opportunities in this crazy world of fly-fishing.

Wall construction through Monument Hill. Photo credit Laiken Jordahl Center for Biological Diversity.

A bit closer to home, though not a lot closer, there have been a number of reports in the press about the latest in sacrileges in the president’s border wall, with the latest being construction going through the Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, along the U.S.-Mexico border in Arizona.

The Organ Pipe is a unique area of desert, which has been designated as an International Biosphere Reserve by the United Nations as a “pristine example of an intact Sonoran Desert Ecosystem.”

Administration spokespeople confirm that “controlled blasting” has begun on the Monument. Rep. Raul Grijalva (D-AZ) condemns the construction project as “sacrilegious.”

Among things that are happening in the process is bulldozing of 200 year old cacti, and destruction of Native American artifacts going back 10,000 years. 

Along the path of destruction is Monument Hill, an area sacred to the Tohono O’odham Nation and the site of an ancient battle with Apache Indians, and where O’odham people respectfully buried dead Apache warriors. 

An internal National Park Service report obtained by the Washington Post indicated that the planned border wall route through this monument alone would destroy up to 22 archeological sites.

How can the Administration just ignore Native American archeological and cultural sites, and rip through a world heritage site? The Administration bases their actions on the 2005 Real ID Act, which gives the Federal government the right to waive laws that conflict with national security policy.  In the Pipe Organ, the Administration has waived dozens of laws that protected Native American graves, endangered species, and the environment, including desert aquifers and ancient saguaro cacti, which O’odham people see as “the embodiment of their ancestors.”

This is just one of the many ecological disasters happening on our public lands under the tender care of the Trump Administration.

Great Backyard Bird Count This Weekend

In case you haven’t been paying attention, the days are getting longer, and the sunlight, on clear days, seems warmer. Every day, we’re gaining daylight, currently at the rate of 3 minutes a day. On February 15, this Saturday, here in Butte we’ll have 10 hours, 22 and a half minutes of daylight. By the end of February we’ll have 11 hours and six minutes of daylight, as we draw closer to the vernal equinox. Also, whether you like it or not, daylight time begins on March 8, just over three weeks from now.

We have a busy weekend coming up, with Valentine’s Day on Friday, and George Washington’s Birthday, or President’s Day if you prefer, on Monday. My personal quandary is that my wife’s birthday is on Sunday. I have enough trouble coming up with Christmas gifts, and this mid-February double whammy is an annual challenge.

But, if this is the President’s Day weekend, that means this is also the weekend for the 23rd annual Great Backyard Bird Count, the great citizen scientist weekend for taking a look at our neighborhoods and the status of our bird populations. The Great Backyard Bird Count (GBBC) is a joint project of the Cornell Lab of Ornithology and the National Audubon Society, along with a partner, Birds Canada, and funding sponsorship by Wild Birds Unlimited.

This is an important year for the bird count, considering that scientists released a grim report last year indicating a 25 percent reduction in birds in the U.S. and Canada since 1970. Audubon scientists further project that nearly two-thirds of the birds in North America could disappear because of climate change.

Marshall Iliff, of the Cornell Lab of Ornithology says that, “In order to understand where birds are and how their numbers are changing, we need everybody’s help. Without this information, scientists will not have enough data to show where birds are declining.”

Chad Wilsey, a scientist for the National Audubon Society, says, “Birds are important because they’re excellent indicators of the health of our ecosystems. Participating in the GBBC is one of the easiest and best ways to help scientists understand how our changing climate may be affecting the world’s wildlife. 

During last year’s GBBC, citizen scientists from more than 100 countries submitted more than 210,000 bird checklists, reporting a record 6,850 species—more than half the known bird species in the world. As the data from yearly bird counts accumulates, it becomes more valuable, as scientists can identify long-term trends.

It’s easy to participate. Just take a walk around your neighborhood on any day or every day of this weekend, or go to a nearby park, or look out your window at a bird feeder, if you have one, and do your best to identify species and numbers of birds that you see. Then go online at and report your observations. You can download detailed instructions and other helpful information at that same website. 

If photography is among your interests, there is also a bird photography contest that goes along with the weekend activities. 

I’ll note that while I have been promoting the GBBC since the beginning of the program, I don’t claim to be a birder. I don’t keep lists of bird sightings like many do. I do, however, enjoy watching birds while I’m outside, or even just looking out the window. 

A pine siskin perching on a fence while feeding on aphids on sweet peas.

I don’t claim to be a bird photographer, but I’m kind of proud of a series of photos I got last August, when I saw a pine siskin feasting on aphids on our sweet pea vines right by our back door. I went in the house and got my camera, put on a telephoto lens and started snapping. The bird tolerated me for several minutes until Kiri, our Labrador retriever, got curious and frightened the bird away.

Enjoy this holiday weekend. Don’t forget to do something for your sweetheart on Valentine’s Day. Then do yourselves and nature a favor and do some bird watching and report your observations to the Great Backyard Bird Count.

FlyFishing Film Tour 2020

Blane Chocklett, featured in this year’s F3T films.

Now that the football season is over, it’s time to move on to something better…fishing.

My football season ended prematurely when the Minnesota Vikings lost to the 49ers, so the last couple weeks I’ve been working on some new flies to donate to the George Grant Chapter of Trout Unlimited for the annual fundraising banquet coming up on March 13. 

I’ll be taking a break from that, however, for the annual Fly Fishing Film Tour, which will be on Saturday, February 8, at the Mother Lode Theater here in Butte. The show starts at 7 p.m., though lots of people come early to socialize with other fly anglers suffering from cabin fever.

As usual, the selection of films captures some of the variety of people, places and fish in our strange little world of fly-fishing. 

Among the featured films is Down Under, a tour of fly-fishing in Australia, from trout in the cold waters of Tasmania, to giant trevally in the tropical waters of northern Australia.

Another film featuring the exotic is Cosmoledo, an isolated atoll in the Seychelles Islands in the Indian Ocean, and another paradise for giant trevally.

It isn’t all travel, however. One film, Time, features fly-fishing filmmaker, Flip Pallot, along with Blane Chocklett and Bob Clouser, reminiscing about the late Lefty Kreh, and the impact Lefty had on their lives and their careers in fly-fishing. I’ll name-drop a little. In 2007, Blane Chocklett, who is based in Roanoke, Virginia, was my guide on a day of floating and fly-fishing for smallmouth bass on the New River in southwestern Virginia. Besides Chocklett’s skill in fishing and guiding, he has also been an innovator in designing flies and developing new products for fly-tying.

For a complete listing of the featured films, as well as trailers for the films, go to

The Butte Film Tour presentation is sponsored by The Stonefly fly shop here in Butte, and you can get more information or buy advance tickets at the store.

Getting back to the topic of tying flies, I’m reminded of a saying generally attributed to George Bernard Shaw, that England and the United States are two countries separated by a common language.

Those trout flies I’m learning are variations of soft-hackled flies. I’m a long time fan of soft-hackled wet flies, going back to books on tying and using soft-hackle flies by the late Syl Nemes. Dropping names again, I treasure chats I had with Sylvester around 20 years ago, and the chance to fish with him on the Madison River one day.

It’s generally agreed that soft-hackled wet flies were developed in England, so I pay attention when British fly-tiers come up with new soft-hackle patterns. I recently ran across a copy of an English fly-fishing magazine, FlyFishing and FlyTying. 

In the November 2019 issue, a Welsh writer, George Barron, writes about some new patterns he has developed, using partridge hackle. There’s nothing new about that, although Barron specifies olive-dyed, gold-dyed, and sunburst gold-dyed partridge feathers. My partridge feathers are all natural Hungarian partridge, gray with some brownish overtones, souvenirs of lucky hunts in past years.

Then there are some different feathers, such as wood pigeon slips. I guess I could set up a blind in my backyard and sit there with a shotgun to harvest one of our local pigeons, though there might be some complications.

Then another pattern calls for “natural toppings.” That threw me for a loop. Chocolate sauce? Frozen strawberries? When I asked about it at our local fly shop it threw the proprietor for a loop, as well. An internet search, however, revealed the answer. A golden pheasant, cousin to our ringneck pheasant, has a sort of crest on its head. The crest feathers are mainly yellow-gold, with overtones of red, and English fly-tiers call them natural toppings.

So, what do we do when a fly pattern calls for unavailable exotic materials? We do it the old-fashioned way. We cheat. We improvise. Then we hope our Montana trout don’t subscribe to British fishing magazines.

Silver Bow Creek Restoration

Elizabeth Erickson, WET, presenting proposal to TU group

It might be too wintry for fly-fishing, but it is the season for talking about fishing. The George Grant Chapter of Trout Unlimited had its first program meeting of the season a couple weeks ago, just a couple nights after Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks held a public meeting on proposals for setting hunting seasons for the next two years.

The TU meeting centered on the prospects of restoring the upper stretches of Silver Bow Creek through urban areas of Butte. The principal presenter was Elizabeth Erickson, of Water & Environmental Technologies (WET), and her presentation was in part a repeat of a presentation she made earlier in the week to other groups.

The planning process is an outgrowth of work imitated by the Restore Our Creek Coalition, and an Environmental Protection Agency statement that restoration and remediation efforts do not preclude creek restoration.

There are challenges to restoring Silver Bow Creek. The original creek channel is heavily polluted with mining wastes, goes through private property, goes through or under various infrastructure, such as streets, public utilities, pipelines, has storm water dumping into watershed, and wetlands. That is just a beginning of the challenges. Another issue is that it is on the edge of the Butte Civic Center south parking lot, the main public handicapped parking area of the facility, and Civic Center management would be concerned about losing any parking space.

The routing of the restored creek had a couple alternatives for reconnection, with the main choices of flowing into Blacktail Creek near the Chamber of Commerce building, or further downstream. The Blacktail Creek option is preferred because it is likely where Silver Bow Creek flowed originally. The downstream option isn’t preferred because water would have to be pumped over higher terrain, contrary to a goal of making the whole stream gravity-fed—already a challenge because of minimal change in elevation through the area.

Steve Anderson, another engineer at WET reported on cost estimates for the project, estimated to be $12,491,750, plus or minus 25 percent, ending up with a range of $9.3 million to $15.6 million.

Mark Thompson, vice president of Montana Resources, reported on the Pilot Discharge Project, the Atlantic Richfield-financed water treatment plant that is currently discharging Berkeley Pit water that has been treated and cleaned and is discharging into Silver Bow Creek.

He pointed out that it’s still considered a pilot project, in that the deadline for treating and discharging pit water isn’t mandated until 2024. He reports that the system is working and Montana Resources is treating and releasing as much water daily as is coming into the Berkeley Pit. They normally process some 5 million gallons per day (MGD) and the system has the capacity to process 10 MGD. 

Getting the treatment plan online has had challenges. “It’s like being a parent. There are lots of problems and issues—but the baby survives. We’ve never been off our daily goal of 5 MGD.”

Thompson also discussed the availability of adding Silver Lake water to Silver Bow Creek. Water from Silver Lake, west of Anaconda, but owned by Butte-Silver Bow County, currently flows in a pipeline to the Montana Resources site, with some being tapped for the REC plant and other businesses in the Industrial Park west of Butte. Thompson said 7 MGD could be released into Silver Bow Creek to maintain a streamflow of 5 to 15 cubic feet per second (CFS).

Casey Hackathorn, Montana TU staffer, for Upper Clark Fork watershed.

Casey Hackathorn, a Montana Trout Unlimited staffer with responsibilities for the upper Clark Fork river discussed current water quality issues on the upper Clark Fork and likely benefits of augmented stream flows, that could alleviate some current problems such as summer water temperatures and water quality.

An audience member asked whether a restored urban Silver Bow Creek would have fish, something a fishing group would like to know. Ms. Erickson replied, “That actually wasn’t part of our planning process.”

There are already brook trout and westslope cutthroat trout in restored portions of Silver Bow Creek and Blacktail Creek. Like that baseball field in Iowa, “Build it and they will come.”

Elk Regs Highlight Meetings

FWP wildlife biologist Vanna Boccadori ponders audience comments.

Heavy snow falling in the early evening, a week ago, didn’t discourage attendance at a public meeting to discuss changes in hunting season regulations for the next two hunting seasons. It was standing room only at the Butte Brewing Company conference rooms as Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks people outlined plans for the coming seasons. 

Butte-based wildlife biologist Vanna Boccadori and Dean Waltee, a Sheridan-based biologist, were the main presenters. Craig Fager, a Dillon-based biologist, was noticeably absent for this round of meetings, as he retired in 2019 after a long career with the department.

Not surprisingly, elk regulations draw the most discussion, and the most passionate discussion among most of the attendees, many of whom were Skyline Sportsmen leaders and members.

Also, not surprisingly, elk shoulder seasons drew extensive discussion. 

Shoulder seasons, meaning early and late seasons for cow elk on private lands have been tried, now, for several years, following a legislative mandate to reduce elk populations in hunting districts that had large numbers of elk exceeding department management goals. 

The big conundrum in elk management is that elk learn where hunters are and aren’t, and head for private land where hunter access is limited. This is further complicated by many large ranches getting leased by outfitters, or ranchers, themselves, operating fee hunting operations. Audience members piped in with dollar figures for trophy bull elk ranging from $5,000 to $15,000. 

While it isn’t clear whether shoulder seasons have been successful in reducing elk numbers, it was abundantly clear, from a show of hands, that people attending the meeting oppose shoulder seasons.

The 2019 Montana Legislature passed a bill that would allow some hunters to purchase a 3rd elk license to be used in districts with an excess elk population. By another show of hands, attendees expressed disapproval of any hunter being able to harvest three elk in a season.

Another strategy to reduce elk numbers could be to offer more Elk B (antlerless) licenses. Dean Waltee was recommending the creation of 500 B licenses for District 333, for hunts on private land. An audience member asked if the district could afford a harvest of 500 cow elk. Waltee responded that he’d best his last dollar that it wouldn’t happen. A more likely estimate is that 500 B tag holders would harvest around 60 to 65 elk. 

Boccadori mentioned that the Region 3 elk plan is now 15 years old, and it is now under study and a new plan will be drawn up in the next two years.

There was also extended discussion about mule deer management, and a long decline in mule deer numbers since a high point in the 1960s. Some people were suggesting 4-point or better restrictions on mule deer bucks. The biologists responded that these restrictions have been tried in some areas but found unsatisfactory. There was wastage of deer that some hunters shot and left because they had gotten an undersized deer. At the other end of the spectrum, some bucks were dying of old age.

There were small changes proposed for other game species such as moose, bighorn sheep and mountain goats. In response to a question as to a reduction in goat licenses affecting license revenues, Boccadori icily responded, “We do not manage wildlife to maximize license dollars.”

FWP biologist, Dean Waltee, Sheridan MT.

After the meeting I talked with biologist Dean Waltee about the recent discovery of chronic wasting disease among whitetail deer in the Sheridan area. He said there is a lot of concern around the community and he has had many discussions with area landowners who are anxious to work with FWP to reduce deer numbers. An underlying problem is figuring how many hunters can be on the land without safety issues. One possibility is to lengthen the hunting season to increase harvest.

The full listing of statewide Department proposals is available at the FWP website, and the comment period is now extended to 5 p.m. on January 27.

The Montana hunting seasons are now mostly over, but the seasons for planning, discussion and arguing about wildlife management never end.

Winter Activities While Waiting for Spring!

Setting up camp on the Smith River – on of Montana’s premier trips.

We’re coming into the longest part of the year: the interim between regular hunting seasons and the beginning of serious fishing. 

That interim gets blurred, of course, what with elk shoulder seasons, ice fishing and even fly-fishing on mild winter days. There are some hardy souls that go fly-fishing when it’s 20º below zero. I’m afraid I’m not that dedicated. I can take standing in cold water for a while, but I like to have some warmer air and sunshine when I come out of the river.

The waterfowl season, here in the Pacific Flyway areas of Montana, ends at sundown today, the last of the general hunting seasons. But, for our wildlife agencies, things are just warming up. 

Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks is currently holding public meetings across the state to outline the agency’s proposals for the next two years’ hunting seasons. The meeting for Butte was held last night and I plan to have a report on that meeting in next week’s column. If you weren’t able to attend a meeting, there are summaries of agency proposals at the FWP website, and you can make written comments through January 22.

There are many fun things to do in Montana and one of the top items is a float trip on the Smith River. It’s a 59-mile trip through mountain canyons from near White Sulfur Springs to Eden Bridge near Ulm. It’s a paddling and camping trip that takes about four days. It’s a unique trip in that floating on the river is mostly through applying for a permit, or booking a trip through an outfitter. You could be really lucky and get invited to join on a float trip by someone who has drawn one of the precious permits. In any event, now is the time to apply for permits for the 2020 season. The deadline for applying for a Smith River permit is February 13. You can do it online.

Late winter and early spring months are usually the period for conservation groups to hold fundraising banquets. The George Grant Chapter of Trout Unlimited will have their annual banquet on Friday, March 13. I invite representatives from other groups to fill me in on your group’s banquet dates, and I’ll help you spread the word. 

Along that line, I look at these cold winter months as the season for fly-tying. I enjoy quiet winter afternoons in the basement room of our house that we jokingly call my fly-tying room. It’s also the dog’s bedroom, reloading room, and a catch-all for skis, hunting equipment, and odds and ends. I’m going to learn some new fly patterns, as well as refresh my stock of flies for the coming fishing season. I often think I should just dump all my old flies and start from scratch. Back in September I actually got a start on that, when I couldn’t find a fly box full of little nymphs and soft-hackle wet flies. It turned out I’d just put it in a different pocket of my vest. I was a lot happier about that than thinking of many hours worth of fly-tying floating down the Big Hole River.

I’ve actually been the lucky finder of several fly boxes that other people have dropped and lost on river banks over the years so I’d have no reason to complain if I lost a fly box, but I’d rather not.

Finally, if you’re in need of a hunting outing, this is a good time for a different kind of hunting trip. Winter is a good time to take some quiet strolls through sagebrush patches in search of cottontail rabbits. You don’t need fancy equipment. A .22 rifle is all you need for harvesting bunnies, and cottontail rabbits are great eating. There are no closed seasons for bunnies and you’ll probably be the only hunter within 20 miles—maybe 200.

This is also a good time for winter sports, such as skiing and skating. We live in a region with long winters. We might as well enjoy it. 

Hunting Seasons Winding Down

Kiri hard at work in pheasant cover.

Last Wednesday was significant for two reasons: it was the first day of 2020, but also the last day of the upland bird hunting season. 

As is usually the case, my upland bird season kind of limped to an end, marked with frustration and failure. 

On the bright side, I saw a bunch of pheasants on my last outing, though, as is often the case, these late-season pheasants were survivors, with nerves and reflexes honed to a razor’s edge. They were getting up 50 to 100 yards out, and weren’t about to wait around to hold in heavy cover where they could be sniffed out and flushed by my dog in convenient shooting range.

I fired my gun once at a quickly disappearing rooster, more out of desperation to shoot my gun one last time in 2019 than any realistic hope of dropping that bird. 

Actually, that’s kind of how the whole season went, including my last outing for ruffed grouse in early November, before my mountain spots were buried in heavy snow. My Lab, Kiri, and I had just about completed a big circle of a grouse covert that has long been a favorite, if a frustrating favorite.

I was kind of expecting to see some birds in this part of the covert, and sure enough they were there. A ruffed grouse flushed from about 30 yards away, on a gentle hillside above the trail I was following. I made a hurried shot at it and missed. I opened my over and under shotgun to reload, and while my gun was open another grouse flushed within a few feet from where the first grouse flushed.

A moment later, Kiri was running at full speed along a little creek bottom below me, in mad pursuit of a grouse that was half running and half flying through the heavy brush. I couldn’t shoot because I might hit Kiri. Then the grouse broke out into the open and I finally got a shot at it, and, you guessed it, missed.

These birds are now safe from hunters, or at least the two-legged kind. If you’re a pheasant or a grouse, you’re always at the relatively low end of the food chain and there are always predators on the lookout for a chicken dinner. That’s a basic fact of life in the wild.

While the upland bird hunting season is over, there are still a few days left in the waterfowl season. 

Here in the Pacific Flyway portions of Montana, roughly west of a line from Havre to Livingston, the waterfowl season closed, temporarily, on January 5. It reopens on Saturday, January 11 and will run through Wednesday, January 15, before closing for good. The season ending dates in the Central Flyway areas of eastern Montana are somewhat different, and there are two zones. If you’re planning on a last-ditch goose or duck hunting trip to eastern Montana be sure to check the regulations.

If I seem to be griping about a general lack of success in this year’s hunting seasons, you can take my gripes with a grain of salt. There are more measures to success in hunting outings than meat in the freezer. 

I take a lot of pleasure in being in the mountains and prairies during the long season starting in late summer and ending in mid-winter. I enjoy the changing of colors as the aspen thickets turn to gold at the end of September. This season was a bit different, as early cold weather put a premature end to fall colors. 

It’s always fun to see wildlife, even if it’s not what I’m hunting at the time, such as a number of whitetail deer on my last pheasant outing, or moose on an October grouse hunt.

I celebrated a milestone birthday during the hunting season and I feel fortunate that I’m still wandering with my Labrador retriever in search of pheasants and ducks. I’m looking forward to one more duck hunt this coming week, and, good lord willing, the opening of grouse season in September.