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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Tuesday, 31 August 2004 20:00 |
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Mid-summer is the time that I force myself to get things ready for my fishing year. My fall seasons for salmon and rockfish are plenty busy, and I give my gear a heck of a workout that requires some pretty major maintenance. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Saturday, 31 July 2004 20:00 |
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The rod tips were still, untouched by even the wily bait stealer. Yesterday had been pretty good, and tomorrow would prove fruitful, but this fishing trip was what my buddies like to call “paying our dues.” We would appreciate the good days after these slow times! |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Wednesday, 07 July 2004 03:54 |
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Hi Jessie, welcome aboard!” My buddy Phil’s perky Australian Shepherd bounded off the dock and onto the deck of my old Carver. “He’s ready to go,” Phil assured me. “I brought him cause he’s such good luck!” No argument there, the last time we took Jessie crabbing we netted easy limits. But Phil wasn’t fooling me; he loved ol’ Jessie and didn’t want to leave him home! |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Monday, 31 May 2004 20:00 |
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What a great morning! We had a little fog over the Columbia, but the water was dead flat and fishing had been really hot. This was one of those rare April days when wind and rain wouldn’t be a factor. The fish in our sights was one of the finest that swims, the Columbia River spring chinook. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Friday, 30 April 2004 20:00 |
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A million tiny circles formed on the surface of the lake as yet another spring shower fell on the little crew of fishermen enjoying a day on the dock. A half-dozen rods were resting in holes made in the log railing, created for just that purpose. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Wednesday, 31 March 2004 20:00 |
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The bright sun and blue sky reflected off the clear waters of the Gulf of California. My buddy Rob and I were thoroughly enjoying a very new fishing experience. Casting out with our heavy gear we had no idea what might chomp our hooks. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Sunday, 29 February 2004 20:00 |
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Light was just sneaking through the fog as I arrived at my favorite salmon stream. I had managed to get kids and dogs taken care of early enough to catch the first hour of good fishing, but I certainly wasn’t the first one on the creek! |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Saturday, 31 January 2004 20:00 |
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It’s been better than fifty years now since my first efforts at fishing. In that time I’ve been fortunate enough to have plied waters and streams from Alaska to Mexico, both coasts, the Gulf, and a lot of lakes, rivers and sloughs in between. I’ve written over a thousand articles, half a dozen books, and given all kinds of talks to various groups. The only problem is, I’m no darned good at it! |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Wednesday, 31 December 2003 20:00 |
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Ouch! Sharp salmon teeth cut into my fingers as I tried to thread a line through the jaws of the long dead fish. He was getting his revenge after a few months plotting in the freezer; we had eaten the rest of him for dinner a dozen weeks before and were using his carcass for crab bait. |
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