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“Luckily, though, there are still a few guys around who will look you straight in the eye and say, eloquently and to the point, ‘It’s been too goddamned hot for too long and the river has gone off.’”John Gierach, Sex, Death, and Fly-Fishing

I cut my fly fishing teeth on John Gierach, and when he first published those words back in 1990, it all seemed innocent enough. Sure, ’88 was a hot son-of-a-gun, and the legendary waters around Yellowstone were beaten up by the heat in ways that nobody back then ever anticipated. Still, it seemed like an anomaly. Weather does crazy stuff. Some years are wet, others are dry; some are hot, some are cold, and some, on those occasions when the fishing gods happen to smile down from on high, are classic ‘Goldilocks' just right. That’s how it always worked, and nobody I knew back in the early ‘90s ever considered that things might end up differently.

Fast forward to 2014, though, and any mention of extreme weather starts to sound ominous.

“Fluctuations in the weather used to be just that, but now, with everyone looking over their shoulders at global climate change, there’s the fear that any extreme could become the new normal. And when you guide fishermen for a living, the thought of your rivers drying up is the stuff of nightmares.”

That’s Gierach again, from his book All Fishermen Are Liars, and he frames our current reality in language that’s awfully hard to ignore. So what is the truth about climate change? What is the “new normal” - and how will it impact us as anglers?

Troy went tutti-frutti. I, chartreuse and white.

Color. It’s the key. Find the right combination and you can fill the boat with rockfish. If not, you’ve got a long day ahead. It’s all about color.

For the most part, fly fishing for stripped bass as they move up the river to spawn has a basic formula; eight or nine weights, 350-500 grain sinking lines (depending on flow) and sizable clousers. Chuck and duck, count it down to the bottom, and retrieve in short, snapping strips until you feel the leader tick into the rod tip that you’ve buried as deep as you can off the side of the boat. Wait for the thump. It’s hard work and a day of it will wear on you.

So us the sun rose, we opened the boxes and ruffled through the deer hair. Troy started with his favorite pink-and-white while I tied on red and yellow. Nothing happened. Troy switched to tutti-frutty (pink and chartreuse) and I pulled out chartreuse and white and we each boated a couple in a five-minute spurt, proving nothing. As quickly as they started, the bites went away.

Headwater Trout Stream

A spending bill in the U.S. Senate Appropriations Committee shouldn’t be the place the Clean Water Act gets neutered, but if a handful of senators on the committee have their way this week, that’s exactly what could happen.

Earlier this spring, the EPA and the Army Corps of Engineers announces a proposed rule to clarify the protection given to small headwater streams by the Clean Water Act—a couple of misguided Supreme Court decisions in the early and mid-2000s muddied the water and left some of the most important trout and salmon habitat unprotected under the CWA.

This rule is now out for public comment, and will be well into July. But, if committee allows the spending bill to be amended by senators willing to play politics with clean water, then the rulemaking just becomes a colossal waste of time.

Counting Mississippis

Huddled under the dense rhododendrons in a futile attempt to escape the downpour, we tried to remember how many Mississippis there are in a mile. You know, Flash, 1-Mississippi, 2-Mississippi, 3-Mississippi, … , Boom. Divide the number of Mississippis by 5 (or is it 10) and you know how many miles away the lightning strike was. The question was academic, though, as our flashes and our booms were now little more than a startled heartbeat apart. Whatever your metric, the distance was more appropriately measured in meters than miles. It was no time to be in the water. All we could do is sit and watch the river rise, taking on the color of a nice mocha java.

That, and pray.

Sound travels at 1,125ft/sec. A mile is 5,280 feet, making it a little less than 5 Mississippis. The National Lightning Safety Institute recommends taking precautions if the F-B interval (their term, not mine) is less than 25 Mississippis (my term, not theirs).

The new Sage SALT fly rod series.

Always on the move, Sage has announced two new rod series for its 2015 lineup.

The new SALT series is, you guessed it, an all-new addition to Sage's saltwater lineup that will replace the Xi3 series. The new SALT rods are Sage's first saltwater fly rods built on its newer Konnetic technology, which Sage's very popular and award-winning ONE and METHOD series of rods are built upon. Like all of the Konnetic-built rods, Sage has proclaimed a focus on quick loading, high line speeds and pinpoint accuracy when developing the SALT series. According to chief rod designer Jerry Siem, “The ability to adapt to quickly changing conditions is imperative when saltwater fishing, and Konnetic Technology allows deft sensitivity and the ability to track extremely straight. The new SALT shines in all fishing scenarios.”

The SALT rods feature a dark sapphire blank with distinctive black wraps, oversized Fuji ceramic stripper guides, hard chromed snake guides and an anodized aluminum up-locking reel seat which includes a hidden hook keeper. The SALT series has offerings from weight 5 through 16. All of the rods in the series have an MSRP of $850 and are slated to be available come August 2014.

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