Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is back in the Fish Wrap after a little time away from the grind that is this underachieving life.
What do outdoor writers like Fish Hack do for that get-away vacation?
Sit in other people’s cubicles, of course.
Fish Hack vacation:/Act sane. Don’t gamble. Don’t fish./Sound like fun to you?
For you few Haiku Monday virgins out there, this is when and where Fish Hack waxes on and off non-Brazilian style about the outdoors and whatever the hell else comes to mind, with a few bad forms of Japanese poetry sprinkled in for the schtick.
Today’s Haiku Monday comes with a different kind of warning. A traffic warning.
Tax Deduction No. 1 turns 16 today, and the DMV road test is Thursday.
“Hack’s first drives Thursday.”/Don’t say you haven’t been warned./No kids to boats, though.
Hack should have TD#1 at least do the shuttle this evening because the summer steelhead season is about to start early on the upper Rogue River — Hack’s home waters.
As of last Tuesday, 40 summers have run the 157-mile trek from the ocean to Cole Rivers Hatchery. If another 20 more show up in the collection pond tomorrow, Hack’s hitting the upper Rogue with flies and hardware in search of a steelhead.
It’s early, but after two months of beating your head against the driftboat gunnel trying to get spring Chinook to bite, the affable summer steelhead is a welcome sight.
Early summers are either 8-12 pounders or 19-inch first-time spawners. Almost nothing in between.
Not only are they aggressive, evening floats for them are far more laid-back that the morning of teeth-gnashing while hopscotching Chinook holes with other frustrated anglers or — worse — snaggers.
As Hack bud Jim says:/”Spring Chinook are enemies./Steelhead are our friends.”