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Thursday, September 24th, 2009

Fishing in Oregon Volcanoes

by Jennie Fitzhugh
Portland, OR
Northwest women tend to out-fish all other folks. That’s just the way it goes. So I decided to make it a bit more challenging by asking my friend Jess to help me make the transition from the hook and bait method (earthworms dug up after a rainstorm, in case you were wondering), [...]



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Monday, March 30th, 2009

Life on the Willamette

by Jackie Heifner
Portland, OR
Spring time brings back memories of the hog lines on the Willamette. Getting up in the morning while it was still pitch black so we could find the best spot to anchor. Packing the cooler and the herring. The smell of two stroke oil as the motor started up. [...]



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Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

Hippie on a Boat

by Lizzie Anderson
Newport, OR
“If you’re a hippie, you can jump off of this boat right now.” I glanced down at the basket full of murdered fish with looks of horror in their eyes. I felt rather insulted that I was being labeled a hippie on the basis that I didn’t want to kill a fish. [...]



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Monday, March 2nd, 2009

Life on the Water

by Tim Higley
Newport, OR
I cast my pink worm out into the river at the twin bridges boat ramp and let it drift downstream. For a few seconds, nothing in the world is more important than the path the worm takes. The plastic wonder might possibly make my entire month worthwhile, so I don’t want anything [...]



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Friday, February 20th, 2009

Fly-Fishing On The Rogue River

by Monty Cartwright
Jacksonville, OR
The old fisherman stands alone, no anglers in sight.
Waist deep upstream from washboard ripples,
he relishes the taste of the Rogue’s cool morning vapor.
Balancing himself atop mossy river rocks,
the Rogue’s flow massages away arthritic knee pain.
Through film-coated eyes he studies the river’s personality,
savoring hushed moments between decision and action.
He patiently begins the ritual [...]



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Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

Across the Four Corners

by Andrew Wright
Portland, OR
Climbing the mighty ruins of the Peter Iredale.
Sitting with friends on the slopes of bramble-crowned dunes,
Looking out at huge waves striking rocks far below.
Picking blackberries to put in wire-handled coffee cans.
Fishing, never catching a thing, in the Umpqua
River while cousins skip rocks to scare them over to the bate.
Swimming, always freezing, in [...]



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Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

Superslime

By Tim Leigh
Portland, OR
It was my tenth day on the Point Adams Cannery dock in Hammond, Oregon. I stood on a wood riser on the far side of the long, heavy butcher-bench, my feet in kneeboots crusted with fish scales, my middle wrapped in a once- white oilcloth apron, my hands in wet cotton gloves, [...]



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Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

Fishing Trip

by Andrew Tkach
Oregon City, OR
My earliest Oregon memory would be going fishing with my brothers when we were very young. My brothers and I gathered and prepared for our fishing trip the night before. We packed our warm clothes because we knew it might be cold the next morning. We also packed our [...]



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Thursday, January 15th, 2009

South Beach Jetty

by Skylar Mathew Morris
Newport, OR
When I was a young boy, I used to venture down the South Beach jetty, imagining joyous times, riding my bike, with music blaring in my ears from my headphones. I lived in a small house, infested with all sorts of nasty critters; this became my castle, my playground. I would [...]



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Tuesday, June 10th, 2008

It’s Like That in Oregon

Jordan Harker
Broadway Middle School
Seaside, Oregon
We woke up at 6:00 am and packed the car with camping gear. Everyone was tired, but excited to go camping in Medford, Oregon. We all got in the car, even my dog. He was a Red Hair Boarder Collie.
We drove for hours and stopped a lot. We stopped in [...]



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Monday, June 9th, 2008

The Alsea River

I met my late husband, Bob, while we were both living in Texas. Bob was a native Oregonian and he was always telling me how beautiful Oregon is and how great it was growing up in Albany and fishing for Steelhead on the Alsea River. In 1993 we moved from Texas to Oregon [...]