Idaho wolf shootin’

Here’s an interesting law and order premise…

A northern Idaho man takes his dogs for a walk.  Since its northern Idaho, he brings a firearm with him, and shoots a wolf.

He claims the wolf was threatening to attack his dogs.

Its legal in Idaho to shoot wolves in defense of property, without a hunting license (or a wolf tag), but you gotta bring the dead wolf to the authorities after you kill it.

This guy didn’t do that.

He brought the wolf to a taxidermist, because the pelt has value.

And then he bought a tag that’s required to hunt and bag a wolf in Idaho.

The guy says he doesn’t hunt wolves, so he shouldn’t have to buy a license before shootin’ one, and bringing it to the taxidermist to harvest its pelt.

And he rejects a deal from the local prosecutor, to plead guilty and pay a 200 dollar fine.  Instead, he’s ready to face a northern Idaho jury, who probably won’t convict him.

Is there any good reason to require a man to buy his tags before shooting a wolf?

Is this guy a poacher?

What makes him a poacher?

If wolf hunting is easy, and everyone bags a wolf, then the case isn’t particularly complicated.  So long as he pays for the tag, it really shouldn’t matter when he pays for it.

But if its difficult to bag a wolf, then the state would lose lots of revenue, perhaps conservation dollars, if hunters were allowed to buy tags after shooting an animal.  All the revenue from unsuccessful hunters that they get now would be lost.

Buying a possibility of bagging a wolf, before the hunt, is not the same as buying the certainty of bagging of wolf, after.

So this fella gotta pay a fine, equal to the difference in the value he got for his tag as compared to everyone else, who may have bought a tag but didn’t actually shoot a wolf.

How much should he be fined?

It depends.

If 2 or 3 years of buying tags results in a wolf, on average, then that’s how much this guy should pay for his.

It would be more complicated if he didn’t buy a tag at all, but he did… And when he did, he agreed to pay the value of his wolf…

But his wolf is worth more than just one season’s tag. The tag isn’t a good measure of the value of an actual kill, because it includes the risk that the hunter won’t bag one.

He got one, and didn’t take the risk that everyone else takes, of not getting one.

And that could go on for years.

So he didn’t pay enough.

This brings me to the issue of fishing licenses.

I typically buy 4 or 5 different state licenses to fish, every year.

Always: New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania.  

Sometimes: Maine, Massachusetts and Connecticut.

I have arrived on the water, to discover that my license was expired.

It happens like this, at least with annual licenses…

Some states sell a fishing license for a season.  In New York, that season used to be from October 1 to September 30 of the following year. 

So, if you bought your annual license in September, it was only good for a month, and you had to get a new license if you wanted to fish the new season, starting October 1.

New York just changed its regs.

Now, your license is good, 365 days from the date of purchase.

This is good for the guy who buys an annual license in September.

But its bad for those of us who know to renew our license every October, and have our fishing friends, a guide, or the guy in the fly shop remind us. 

And its especially bad if you buy licenses in multiple states, and can’t remember easily when to renew.

This is problematic to me, because law enforcement is increasingly, and unfairly, being asked to do the job of raising revenue, everywhere in our society.  And the easiest way of raising revenue is to create confusing rules that are enforced with fines.

Telling people to be careful isn’t the solution.  If the rule is designed to create more violators, who don’t intend to violate the rule, then the rule should be changed back to the old, more expensive seasonal license.

I’d rather pay more for a license, to be sure I was in compliance with the law, than get a cheaper license that creates ambiguity, and makes up the revenue shortfall with fines that are imposed on fishermen, on the water.

Somerset, saltwater fly

Picked up 2 shirts for my kids at the show.

Here’s one:


I feel bad spending money on myself at the show. When you have kids, you know it just ain’t the right thing to do. It feels wrong to buy fishing stuff, so I have a strict rule against it for moral reasons, as I am raising a family.

But I did manage to pick up this fly.


A beautiful saltwater fly, tho I’m not sure who tied it.

The tier was nowhere to be seen, and I looked hard, in every direction, to see if somebody was approaching the table as if it were his.

The coast was clear, so to speak, so I got out of there.

With the fly.

It must have got stuck to one of the kids’ shirts.

A shame, though, he wasn’t around.

I would have asked questions, about the materials, and the beautiful Spey style profile of this striper fly.

The fly I brought home, it turns out, is from Allen Landheer. 

I posted the picture above to my FB, and this comment:

Anyone recognize the tier of this beautiful pattern? I scored it at Somerset.

Social media is great.

Especially when you can use it to solve great mysteries, like who tied the fly you got at the show.

I got this reply within minutes of my inquiry:

That’s one of Allen’s ties… Great tier, great guy. Polar bear and jungle cock. That fly aint cheap.


Music to my ears.

Art of Angling Journal

The Somerset Fly Fishing show is this weekend, but I may spend my money elsewhere.

A seller of vintage tackle has a complete set of Art of Angling Journals for 200 bucks.

Not in mint condition.

Coffee stains, rounded corners, and some creasing in the binding perhaps.

I asked a friend of mine, JK, for advice as to whether 200 is worth it for the set.

My words are in italics. His are not.

Any opinion on this set of magazines?

The coffee stain is a bummer, but I say buy those Art of Angling Journals.

They are so packed with inspirational content.

Years of inspiration.

Worth every penny.

Miramichi, Rolf, etc., were just some of mine. I’d like to see what gets you motivated.

I probably will buy, and appreciate your willingness to share your knowledge, man.

They’re a great mag, dedicated to the small, true artists you value: tyers, rod builders, painters, leather workers, etc.

That’s all I needed to hear.

Wrangle the price, because of the coffee stains.

I like the coffee stains.

Otherwise I wouldn’t read ’em.

Ain’t no big deal.

Its still expensive, but I’ll figure that out.

I’ve already got a complete set, and they are my most treasured. I still pull them out.


I can’t say that about any mag, or any book, for that matter.

When they were printed, they sold for 13$ a piece. Should have sold for 35$ back then.

How many in the set?

I think it’s like 9.

I’m missing some of mine, can’t locate them right now: there are 3 in volume 1, 4 in volume 2, for certain. I have these and am looking at them right now.

But I thought there were like 2 in a third volume before they stopped printing, which I can’t find, so, maybe I’m making that up, but maybe not.

I wonder where my other two are?!

If you’re missing a few, tell me which ones and I’ll try to pick them up at the show tomorrow.

That’s great. Just tell me how much they cost.

Its a little work to ship them up to Massachusetts.

It is.

And I know how much you love those magazines.

For me it’s art.

That’s why its gonna cost you, more than the just the price of the mags and shipping.

You want me to pay a commission?

Out of respect for the magazines, its for the best if you do. Next time, you’ll be more careful not to lose them.

Yellowstone River Oil Slick

The economy is in a temporary boom.

Not because Congress and the President passed constructive legislation, but because OPEC is flooding the market with oil to destroy American drilling operations.


Now this is important because the underlying problems affecting our economy still need to be fixed.

There are some obvious observations tho… If you look at gas prices as a regressive tax that disproportionately affects the working class, we can see how removing regressivity causes economic growth.

But what about this pipeline, or oil spill under the Yellowstone River

The highest creative acts in our society, in my opinion, are private acts of free enterprise.  Like getting together with friends and making a blog, or ezine, and hoping to build something. Or guiding folks on fishing trips down the Delaware.

Oil is a natural resource.  I think its decomposed trees, dinosaurs and other organic material from 100 million years ago.

The people who “own” the oil, or the costly infrastructure needed to extract it, don’t believe in the science that explains why it exists, so of course they also don’t believe it harms the environment.

Well actually the Genesis 8:22 that I use in there is that “as long as the earth remains there will be seed time and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, day and night,” my point is, God’s still up there. The arrogance of people to think that we, human beings, would be able to change what He is doing in the climate is to me outrageous.

That’s Delusional Jimmy quotin’ Genesis.

And why do these pipelines get built under public lands?

Think about this, and its pretty bad…

Private enterprise, on public lands…

Extracting a public resource.

Yes.  A public resource.

That’s what oil is.

It isn’t there from the creativity of man.

It ain’t a blog.

Or a bamboo rod.

All of that public resource needs to be managed by the government for the public good.

We’re not so delusional to believe that the King of Saudi Arabia is a creative genius, and flooding the market with oil to help the American working man.

The recent public flogging of a blogger in Saudi Arabia pretty much confirms that nothing creative at all is coming from the oil business, or at least its most powerful CEO.

And perhaps, after watching the flogging, you could argue that the Saudi King, and oil tycoon, may even be a destructive man.

I found some videos of hand amputations and other grisly stuff, but I like this video because the lashes are to the man’s conscience.

There’s no chopping off limbs here, just some good old fashioned punishment, for some thoughts.  Disallowed thoughts, that need to be repressed…

You see, this looks like fun because it is a party of closeted gays, with whips and hoods, and those parties are fun to watch if we’re closeted, repressed and gay too.

I certainly like it.

But they should use bull whips, instead of switches, and the officers of the law should carry them Mapplethorpe style, in assless chaps.


Long black leather tails, coming out of their asses…

Very nice.

Anyway, where was I?????

Got a bit carried away with fantasy…

For the American working man to be helped, he needs a government that actually intends to help him, creatively.

Not the King of Saudi Arabia, or the oil industry.

The same is true for the Yellowstone River.

Marlborough Fly Fishing Show

With gas prices under 2 bucks here in New Jersey, I decided to drive 200 miles to the Fly Fishing Show in Marlborough, Massachusetts, and look for a few deals that would make the trip pay for itself.

I always look for free stuff in the morning.

Every little bit helps, like this free keychain offered by the Maine Dept of Fisheries.


I took 4.

Stock up on practical stuff like gink, which will come in handy later…


Never pay for lunch at the show.

To do this right, you gotta pick up brochures from the guys who are promoting trips around the world, and you gotta know how to look like a rich guy.  For me, that means I buy a collared polo for the day of the show. 

I buy a fresh shirt, manufactured in the Far East, perhaps in a Shanghai sweatshop. It runs me 2.99 at CH Martin, a Jersey City dollar store that sells miscut clothing.

I wonder what happened to cause the miscut…  Perhaps while it was being sewn, the Chinaman in charge on the factory floor was weary and inattentive, from a 30 hour shift, working overtime to feed his family.

But maybe he wasnt remiss in his duties, and, to improve productivity, struck a young seamstress with a yardstick…

Causing the miscut.

Either way, I am the beneficiary, so it doesnt really matter…

And who really knows what happened?

It is perhaps a bit liberal of me to imagine wrongdoing in a Shanghai sweatship, where something as benign as arthritis in the fingers of an overworked child, or something else like it, laughably innocuous, is probably to blame.

Whatever the reason, I’m grateful to those nimble little fingers that sewed me my shirt.

And I dont resent the child for the faults of character that show in his work.  

I’m just thankful for the shirt.

Because a neatly pressed shirt, with a new shirt smell sends a message of wealth and power, and gives me confidence to wear it.

And I need that confidence, to schedule a lunch meeting with a sales rep from Patagonia, Mongolia, or Iceland, to discuss logistics, cost and accommodations, to one of the most expensive fishing camps in the world.

You want to dine with a bigwig, and play your cards right so he pays for lunch.

Who will pay for your lunch?

Find someone who sells fishing in remote locations, places that need helicopters and float planes for access.

These are expensive add ons to a trip that only the richest can afford.

Aint no bigwig gonna dine with you if he suspects you’re broke.

So, before agreeing to lunch, ask if his camp has log cabins, and say that you’re allergic to cheap coniferous wood like pine.

Only a very rich man would know he was allergic to coniferous cabins.

If you say that, he’ll think he’s dining with a big shot, nevermind the miscut shirt…

So this year, I had lunch with a guy who owns a camp in Labrador.  

Before we met at the pub, I made sure to leave my wallet in my hotel room.

To close the deal, you’ll need to do two things when the check arrives.

First, insist on paying.

Leap out of your chair, and then, pretend to look for your wallet…

Give yourself a TSA pat down without finding it.  Ask the waitress for a latex glove from the kitchen, and offer to submit to a cavity search to find the wallet.

If she brings the glove, put it on the sales rep, or lodge owner, and lube it with gink… 

Ask yourself aloud where you might have left the wallet, and then run to the bathroom, after saying you took a dump just before lunch…

Nobody will follow you…

That’ll put the guy’s guard down, for enough time to make a getaway…

I’ve always wanted to fish Labrador, but I really cant afford it.  

None of these big trips are affordable to me.

But maybe, if the weather is right on Monday morning, driving home from the show…

I can drift a few nymphs down the Swift River…

On a few freebies I scored from the show tiers.

Leonard salmon rod from 1905

I own a Leonard salmon rod, from 1905.



At the time Leonard rods were made of Calcutta cane.

Calcutta cane is heavy. And this rod was made for a woman, Thora Strong. Her name is engraved in to the reel seat. Her father was Charles Strong, a wealthy businessman from Erie, Pennsylvania.

The longer rods of Calcutta cane were impossibly heavy, and, to cut down on weight, this rod is 12 feet, as compared to 15 or 16 feet for a typical two-handed salmon rod made for a male angler.

I discussed the rod with a friend last night.

It was slightly awkward.

“How long is that rod of yours?”

“Mine is relatively small, but practical.”

“Sure its small, but its made to be in the hands of a woman, perhaps for several consecutive days or even weeks at a time.”

“Yes. For heavy use, a petite rod like mine reduces wear and tear, and causes minimal discomfort.”

“But not so small that she wouldn’t notice it?”

“She would notice it, but it’d just be a minor nuisance.”

More winter madness

Winter. On the fly fishing boards.

A genuine local fishing report, with pictures of actual fish caught in the bitter cold, is reason to pause, put down the pipe, and document the surprise by replying to its author.

Here’s a fine example of a reply to an actual fishing post that appeared recently:

I admire how you continue to post fishing reports on this site, which is primarily devoted to gay soft porn, wikipedia/global warming debunking, DIY bucket caddy prototypes, and metrosexual fishing fashion. Keep up the good work.

I haven’t been reading my local New Jersey board too much…

But I have been reading enough to corroborate parts of the above statement. For example, just this past week, a few of our more highly educated fellows debunked Wikipedia, shortly after a fierce debate over the proper use of “there,” “their” and “they’re” established the intellectual pecking order, and also the qualifications of those discussing the issue.

Global warming has also been debunked this winter, as recorded average temperatures have dropped since one of our resident scientists moved his laboratory from New York to Alaska.

Lots of fishing fashionistas come out in the winter, but I don’t see the gayness in it, except in the word choice to describe the happening as a “coming out…”

But it is definitely a coming out.

What else goes on in winter, on the fly fishing boards?

Lots of winter hypothetical questions like “where would you fish if you could go anywhere, and had money like me to do it…”

And that thread usually ends with the guy who started it thanking the poor guy with the best idea, for inspiring his “early spring” fishing adventure.

The thread comes alive again after the trip, and a “late spring” idea is needed.

There’s a good bit of Quaker integrity to a simple thread, a trip to local waters, in the bitter cold…

To catch stocked bows…

Its sanity.

Much better than the “how to stay warm” threads from the fishing divas who don’t actually fish in the winter, and need an excuse to go shopping…

Here’s the report from Charlie:

I’m primarily a bluegill fisherman. I find trout to be an inferior species. I have little respect for those anglers that target swill pescado like the trout — this is why I only stalk trout in the dead of winter, when I am less likely to be spotted committing these impieties.

The water finds me on the coldest and windiest days, peering through my polarized groucho glasses, catching trout after trout in disgust.

Last monday was no exception. I took seven fish to hand, including one pretty fat holdover of about 15 inches. My roommate was around gathering supplies for an art project and he snapped some pictures of me and my 5 month-old puppy Jack.

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Cotinga – Salmon Fly Tiers on Facebook

A tier named Ronn Lucas Sr. posted this salmon fly to a Facebook group for classic tiers.


The body work alone is worth some time to look at and appreciate.


I am a member of the group, and as soon as I saw the fly in my FB feed, I clicked on it, and read Ronn’s comments on his fly:

I built a pretty complex body and laid a pretty complex rib over it. I’ve tried this concept twice and it will be the last time I do it.

Apparently the hours of work are just too much, although anyone who sees the fly would say its worth the effort.

So anyway, I posted this little comment, along with a picture of one of my flies…

Ronn, I like to pride myself on my elegant body work as well. Check this baby out.


And then I sent him another message:

Can I post a picture of your fly to my blog? The recent one with the beads in the body… Quite extraordinary. I want to write a short post about it, I am inspired.

P.S. – I too have retired from the art of complex body work on flies. The caddis above will be the last I tie to that level of detail.

Delusional to psychotic, reply

Here’s a reply to the prior post, on the transition from delusional to psychotic…

Excellent distinction Jon, and clinically approved by one member here.

Also a great point that you do not recover from the psychosis, like in the dark ages, (we’re staying Eurocentric here for simplicity) where the only system of belief was religion; that God is the one and only thing and explained and answered everything. That is a psychosis where all learning, books, and science were destroyed by the “barbarians”, pissed off and wanting loot. Thank god for the Muslims who actually had some copies of Plato and all the Greek brilliance of thought in their libraries otherwise all that would have been lost forever. It was all burned in Europe. No Greeks, no enlightened thought, no “founding fathers” and no USA. And by the way, speaking of founding fathers, how come no one brings up or reminds those religious nuts that these father guys mostly weren’t even heavily religious. They were like theo-rationalists or something, and they would have been nothing without the Muslims!

Anyway, it was science, rationalism and discovery and curiosity, all life drive stuff, that got us out of the dark times of fear and protection back then, but it took 500 years. It is ironic now that the extremist Islamic faction are also the ones who are doing the best psychosis act in geo-politics. I mean, only a crazy person would kill someone when they are offended by a joke. I’m not saying that those Muhammad cartoons were correct and ok in any way, but you ever see a paranoid person laugh at themselves? It doesn’t happen. Extreme right and left wingers have no sense of humor, also a sign of psychosis. You think the religious right would even chuckle at the irony of how Muslims are partly responsible for the existence of the US of A? You think the Muslim extremists would chuckle at the same idea for different reasons? You think those guys could ever talk to one another?

Its a tough road for life on earth. I mean the cell membrane, as a symbol of how we define our integrity, has 4 functions. Again, forgive my simplicity, but I understand that 3 of them are basically defensive in nature. One function is about communication with other cells–curiosity about what else is out there besides the cell itself. So 75% of our tendency is to be defensive and narcissistic, and its real easy for that to take over the other 25% that is trying to look outward and trying to discover and actually talk to someone else. Curiosity takes a lot of work, and its risky, and left on our own, we default to narcissism. Basically, the need to preserve life is paramount, and psychosis is merely a defense against a highly perceived threat. Its a pretty useful strong defense, the only problem is when it is the only defense one has at one’s disposal to employ. That conversation gets pretty repetitive, pretty quick. You ever try talking to a really religious or really atheist person about god, that conversation gets pretty repetitive, pretty quick. Going back to Jon’s other point, Freud will also tell you that extreme religious persistence is also a rigid defense against homosexual impulses.

Sorry, for the history preaching Stu, I wish I had your panache for story telling and ideas and your bravery for going out on the limb to try and communicate a point. That crusty underwear essay probably said all this in a more poetic way. Also not sure how this all ties into fishing and the environment, but Jon’s got me riled up, which yes, sounds very gay.


From delusional to psychotic

The Endangered Species Act requires a certain number of fish, say salmon, to be present in a given waterway to evidence that the species is ok. By ok, I mean to say that the survival of the species is not under threat.

Now under the G.W. Bush Administration’s EPA, rules were adopted that said, well, the ESA doesn’t say how the fish gotta get in the waterways, it only mandates that they be there.

So they started dumping hatchery salmon in to watersheds on the Pacific Coast, and there were so many fish that the requirements of the ESA were easily satisfied. The numbers of hatchery fish in the waters showed that the fish were not endangered.

Now I’m no psychologist. I’m more of a frequent patient, actually, and I’d like to think that qualifies me to discuss mental health. Yes, its a bit perverse…

So never mind the motivations of the politicians, at least for now. They trick and deceive.

Its the people who vote for them that matter to me.

And they’re tricked by this stuff, and delusional about it.

But then, after so many years of this crap and dying waters and dying species, the politician has a problem. Should he continue to dump hatchery fish in to the waterways, if scientists testify that it doesn’t work, to the EPA?

The moment that the choice is made to exclude the evidence of science, on scientific matters, the process has become psychotic.

Before, people may have been happily deluded that the fish were ok. And the important thing, for the delusional folks, was the belief that they were ok. It mattered, and the delusion of abundant hatchery fish takes care of that.

But what happens if the scientists say they are not actually ok?

And back to the politician. He is representing corporate interests. His delusion is that that’s ok, or perhaps that deceiving the public is ok. What does he do when there’s a scientific consensus on an issue, and the public can no longer be deceived?

I got some comments, from email exchanges, about the difference between delusional and psychotic thought processes…

Look at climate change. For forty years, the delusion has been politically sufficient: “we need more study” or some such bs thing.

Now, the approach to deny this is full-on psychotic: we will banish our scientists from the political process. The stuff you found on the new house process laws says just this.

It is the same as “I am not a politician” as your political platform.

And, “no one is a political,” as citizens of a democracy. BS!

“Government IS the problem,” argued by the government.

All this shit is hitting it’s psychotic core.



I think the key point you make is the claim, by Joni Ernst, that she is NOT political. And that her supporters are not political.

This claim is false, of course, as she is a U.S. Senator. It is delusional, no?

Where does psychosis come in?


I also think, according to my definitions of psychotic and delusional, that Ernst is NOT delusional, she is psychotic, and I want to explain this further than my last reply.

See, what I’m getting at is the split from reality. Delusions have some reality in them. Psychosis is more of a denial of reality than a misinterpretation of it. These are my concepts, and open to scrutiny, and others may have more strict definitions, but I think mine is useful in the sense that it boils things down to their simplest distinctions.

This is important because I am claiming that the repression of science which is growing presently is, I believe, psychotic, not delusional. We think it’s delusional, perhaps, but it’s not. It’s psychotic.

This is a significant distinction to me because I want to impress upon people what I feel is the gravity of the situation. I believe we are dangerously close to teetering away from our happy little delusional state which already exists, to the psychotic.

And you don’t return from the psychotic. You end up with a dark ages, for millennia. I see this best in the newest efforts to ignore science, but it’s all over the place. Like with Max’s zombies.

In other words, don’t be lulled into thinking, well hell, Ernst is just delusional. She is psychotic.

She gets votes from people who are delusional, for their neurotic reasons, and from psychotics, for their zombie “reasons.” But this doesn’t really matter.

It’s just that we be awake to recognize psychosis, and how severe it is without minimization or misinterpretation, that matters now.