Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is choosing where to fish his home waters of the Rogue River not by species to chase or where the bite’s best.
It’s down to where is it least smoky.
Wildfires gumming up the works big-time here in Southern Oregon.
Smoke gets in your eyes./Your ears, your hair and your throat./Stay out of Hack’s fly.
For you few Haiku Monday virgins out there, this is when and where Hack waxes on and off non-Brazilian style about the outdoors and whatever else spews from these-here fingertips, with some outdoor drivel in the mix.
Like James Joyce, except in English and with periods.
Babble, babble, stop. More babble, no periods./Dude paid by the word?
Local wildfires have filled Southern Oregon with so much smoke that it really impacts where you should fish.
Sunday would have been a great day to float the upper Rogue around Shady Cove for summer steelhead, except the smoke levels there were beyond unhealthy.
The Gold Hill area looks promising for a steelhead/spring Chinook salmon package run, unless rowing turns into a tw0-pack Marlboro day.
Mask on, mask off? Damn./Haze hangs like Hack’s old bar days./’xept those were filtered.
The only good thing about the haze these days is that it takes the sun off the water.
Back during the Summer of ’87 fires, Hack realized that steelhead bite all day when the smoke cloaks the sun.
Don’t get a 2 p.m. steelhead bite very often in August, unless the world’s burning around you.
It’s an artificial cloudy day, and that makes day-drinkin’ on the water that much more justifiable when Hack’s toasting the turning of a hatchery steelhead’s eyes into X’s under the smoke.