Author Archives: Mark Freeman

THREE-WORD THURSDAY: Cubicles. Credit. Destination.

Here we are back at Three-Word Thursday, with Fish Hack finally returning to the Fish Wrap after more than a week on the lam. It’s what legitimate employees may call vacation, but just how to outdoor writers truly get away from anything that resembles work? We go sit in other peoples’ cubicles, of course. Cubicles. [...]

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THREE-WORD THURSDAY: Rain. Done. Summer.

Here we are at Three-Word Thursday, where Fish Hack is watching coast anglers do the rain dance but hoping that any precip stays west of Grants Pass. Low, cold flows mean good summer steelhead fishing in winter on the upper Rogue, Hack’s home waters. Don’t rain on Hack’s parade. Rain. Done. Summer. The Elk, Sixes [...]

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HAIKU MONDAY: On Cold Days, Late Steelhead and Heavy Smoke

Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is still trying to thaw out from a Friday on the upper Rogue River adding to this-here Biomass Footprint. Whacking summer steelhead in conditions that are anything but summer-like. Summers in winter./Steelhead are always steelhead./Temperatures don’t count. You few Haiku Monday virgins out there will notice that [...]

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THREE-WORD THURSDAY: Deadline. Deductions. Book.

Welcome back to Three-Word Thursday, where Fish Hack is counting down the non-shopping days until it’s almost too late to fill the sled. That’s when it’s time to gather up the requisite crap to dish out this-here Christmas. Need that deadline pressure to make Christmas shopping relevant. Deadline. Deductions. Book. Not only are there no [...]

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HAIKU MONDAY: On Non-Summer Steelhead

Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is redefining a Rogue River salmonid species based on the day’s ambient air temperature. When it’s 26 degrees outside, there is nothing summer about summer steelhead fishing. Summer? It’s freezing./Water’s twice as warm as air./They’re just steelhead now. You Haiku Monday virgins just need to check past [...]

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THREE-WORD THURSDAY: Damn. Rebel. No-Bet.

Welcome back to Three-Word Thursday, where Fish Hack is lamenting how Wednesday was an indoors writer day for this-here outdoor writer while his buds slayed the steelhead on the upper Rogue River. Nate Barnard of Medford made up for his eight weeks at sea as a merchant marine by anchoring a driftboat whose members hooked 10 summer steelhead Wednesday, boating [...]

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HAIKU MONDAY: On Early Winters, Vanilla and Some Flavorings

Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is checking rumors of some big shadows lingering in lower Rogue River riffles these days. Could they be…early winter steelhead? Wouldn’t that rock. Winter steelhead now?/Early often means plenty/In mystery runs. You Haiku Monday virgins should just sit back and take this bit of frivolity for what [...]

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THREE-WORD THURSDAY: Over-Betting. Slumber. Mooch.

Welcome back to Three-Word Thursday, where Fish Hack is in full regalia at the Fish Shack cookin’ the Thursday bird and bettin’ on football. With high water, rain and wind, what better way to spend the best holiday of the year — by over-eating and over-betting. Over-betting. Slumber. Mooch. Got that fresh 15-pounder in the [...]

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HAIKU TUESDAY: On Late Entries, Bitterroot Browns and Turkey Coma

Welcome to a special edition of Haiku Tuesday, where Fish Hack tries to make up for being gone on Monday by chucking out a few non-rhymes to the good of the order. Late isn’t too late/When it comes to Hack’s haikus./Same crap, different day. You few Haiku Monday virgins out there should figure it out [...]

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THREE-WORD THURSDAY: Leaving. Flick. Bitteroot.

Here we are again at Three-Word Thursday, when Fish Hack will be practicing addition by subtraction here at the Fish Wrap. Making the place look and smell a little better by leaving. Leaving. Flick. Bitterroot. Heading to Montana for a few days to flick a few flies in the Bitterroot River, far enough away from [...]

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