Thursday, September 1, 2011

September 1, 2011

Well boys and girls, I’m sure if you have been paying attention you would all agree that this has been an incredibly frustrating year on the North Umpqua.  I think it has been perhaps my personally frustrating since I first stepped into the river 40 years ago.   The incessant, unrelenting rains fueled obnoxiously  high water throughout  the winter and I mean swollen, tremendous volumes of murky green  flows…flows in which a fly had no significance, flows in which fly casting bordered on the ridiculous…trust me, I did it all winter long.  Of course I was not alone, there are plenty of us idiots hanging around and you can always point out the good exercise in the fresh air that you get.  But come on, I mean rainstorm after rainstorm after rainstorm and then there is the thought  that with all the high water they probably have  all gone up into the tribs and are taking it easy.    As the water begins to drop you can see changes in the river bottom and you know that you may be looking at a different river this fall - when the river finally recedes.   
It’s enough to make you want to read John Steinbeck’s “Grapes of Wrath!”

 (look up “Wrath” in the dictionary for full satisfaction).