Haiku Monday is back but under doctor’s orders not to yell too many non-rhymes into the cyber-world lest the Fish Hack lose that perfect voice for newspapers.
A couple cold salmon-fishing trips last week left The Fish Hack with the Medford Crud. Should have worn shoes instead of sandals in the 45-degree air. My puniness would have been absent from the Fish Wrap had the new six-page section – isn’t the expanded format awesome? – not gotten born.
Oregon Outdoors:
Those extra Fish Hack stories
Make for honest work.
For you Fish Wrap virgins, Haiku Monday is when the Fish Hack busts some non-rhymes about the outdoors in haiku format. That’s three lines — 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second and 5 again in the third. Readers can chime in with their haiku. Best reader haiku of the week gets some used Fish Wrap office supplies.
Saturday marks the start of buck deer hunting with centerfire rifles across Oregon, and about 125,000 of you bought tags for those hunts on both sides of the Cascades. Instead of a crunchy forest and extreme fire conditions, they were greeted by snow and rain and a soft forest floor. Good for them.
Bad for Fish Hack. Where was I? Standing on the sidelines in shorts watching one Tax Deduction play soccer in Medford before the other T.D. played Pop Warner football in Ashland. Short pants and sandals in the mud. Nice.
That was after last week’s cold snap that settled on the Rogue as the Fish Hack hammered through on those last few days of chinook fishing in the middle Rogue River, which closed to chinook Monday evening. That’s where I caught the crud and I can’t shake it like that 40-pound chinook did to my Kwikfish earlier this season at my Honey Hole on the Rogue near Gold Ray Dam.
A snot factory
That holds Fish Hack’s bifocals:
This nose knows the woes.
But don’t cry for me, Argentina. The Fish Hack doesn’t need Pavarotti pipes to sing the praises of October steelhead fishing, which has created that giant sucking sound across western Oregon so far this fall. Won’t waste any words lying about how great the steelheading is these days.
The good side of illness is I get to self-medicate with Nyquil, and I don’t have to buy the knock-off generic this time. I had Cal over The Oregon Football Aflacs last Saturday, so now my wallet and my nose have plenty of extra green. Isn’t body humor grand?
