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Jekyll and Hyde

“August is the only month when I don’t like to fly fish for steelhead. Partly, I don’t like how other people act. But mostly I don’t like who I can become. I can join the competitive hunt for good water, cursing those who get to a favorite spot before me. I’ve flipped an angry bird to jet boats that went out of their way to blast over the run I was fishing. I’ve been known to speak curtly to etiquette-ignorant people who stepped into a run below me.

I’m not sure any steelhead is worth that kind of Jekyll-and-Hyde transformation.

So for the rest of this month I’m chasing carp on the Columbia and Willamette. It’s cool, quiet, and devoid of edgy steelheaders. It’s so peaceful that I almost forget that it’s August.”

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aka Scott Richmond
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Yes, nothing brings out the mental screeching like confined Alpha’s searching for the Alpha fix. Grating, clanging, poking, infuriating contrasts. Refinements and etiquette go by the wayside. Retreat to civility or see it through. If no fish partakes of the tease, you will most likely drive home off kilter and a bit moody…..even the faithful dog will give you a wider birth.     
Pure Alpha: Rugby…pick your poison. Right now All Blacks and Springboks. Wow!! 
Mike Nutto adds this via comments:  “The rules of fly fishing have seemed to gone out the door . you have to be there to catch them though and it is a battle zone for sure waking up at 3am to get to the spot you want only to find someone in it anyway, I look at it this way I get out there and just keep moving down . I wish someone would post the rule, of move to the top of the pool and dont low hole everywhere! When people follow the rules it just makes for a nicer day on the river.”