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Does anyone fish it anymore? Back in the days of Marmot Dam, and when you could park at Dodge Park and walk down river to the Pipeline Hole and beyond, it was my go-to river of choice for steelhead and salmon. I remember getting there early morning, greeting some familiar faces here and there, making new friends along the way, sharing success and failure stories, even a campfire and coffee with some. The old-timers could tell you where almost every rock, nook, and cranny was on the river and where the fish would be. You never had to worry about anyone breaking into your vehicle, stealing your stuff, fights, etc. Then it seemed like overnight, it all changed...for the worse. Not sure if it's because of how close the river is to the 'big city', or if it's just a sign of the times, but it started drawing a lot of the less-desirable types. People started leaving trash all over, cars were being broken into and sometime stolen, with so few to enforce the law - people took advantage.
I remember walking down the trail from Dodge Park one day, past the Pipeline Hole, to a hole some called the 'Girl Scout Hole'. There was a waterfall across the river, that emptied into a nice pool, and then a nice tail-out. It was a pretty steep trail to get down to the bank from the trail, but it was worth it. As I got down to the beach, I noticed a couple fishermen fishing the pool and tail-out, so I walked up river around the bend. A few minutes later, I was approached by one of the two, who told me that this was 'their drift". I replied that I purposely moved up around the bend to not crowd them. This time the reply was a bit more angry, and included him pulling his vest open to show me a pistol in a shoulder holster. I apologized and walked back up the goat trail back up to the main trail. When I got to the top, I shouted back down to the two, "You better hope I don't figure out which vehicle is yours in the parking lot, because you're going to have to snag it when it floats past you". Then I hid up in the trees and giggled as I watched these two morons come huffing and puffing up that hill and run down the trail. I waited a while before walking back out, and noted that they were long gone. But that was one of the last times I fished the river alone, or at least without packing. But it never used to be that way. And seriously? Over a fishing spot? I've heard similar stories from others since then, and have seen folks at Dodge Park, the Garbage Hole, Oxbow, wherever, snagging fish and keeping them, without batting and eyelash that anyone else was there. I've called ODFW, even OSP, to report it, but don't know that anything is followed up on.
Back in the day (gosh that makes me feel OLD), folks used to have more respect for the outdoors, for nature, for our natural resources, and for each other. Anymore, you turn on the news (even if it is fake), and you see it everyday - it's all about 'ME', the entitled society. Even if there are laws, rules, morals, etc., in today's world, everyone and anyone can play and all get a prize or trophy - or else. So maybe that's what happened to the outdoors people, too? I hope not.
One of these days, I'll drive by one of my old spots, and might get lucky enough to enjoy it again.
I remember walking down the trail from Dodge Park one day, past the Pipeline Hole, to a hole some called the 'Girl Scout Hole'. There was a waterfall across the river, that emptied into a nice pool, and then a nice tail-out. It was a pretty steep trail to get down to the bank from the trail, but it was worth it. As I got down to the beach, I noticed a couple fishermen fishing the pool and tail-out, so I walked up river around the bend. A few minutes later, I was approached by one of the two, who told me that this was 'their drift". I replied that I purposely moved up around the bend to not crowd them. This time the reply was a bit more angry, and included him pulling his vest open to show me a pistol in a shoulder holster. I apologized and walked back up the goat trail back up to the main trail. When I got to the top, I shouted back down to the two, "You better hope I don't figure out which vehicle is yours in the parking lot, because you're going to have to snag it when it floats past you". Then I hid up in the trees and giggled as I watched these two morons come huffing and puffing up that hill and run down the trail. I waited a while before walking back out, and noted that they were long gone. But that was one of the last times I fished the river alone, or at least without packing. But it never used to be that way. And seriously? Over a fishing spot? I've heard similar stories from others since then, and have seen folks at Dodge Park, the Garbage Hole, Oxbow, wherever, snagging fish and keeping them, without batting and eyelash that anyone else was there. I've called ODFW, even OSP, to report it, but don't know that anything is followed up on.
Back in the day (gosh that makes me feel OLD), folks used to have more respect for the outdoors, for nature, for our natural resources, and for each other. Anymore, you turn on the news (even if it is fake), and you see it everyday - it's all about 'ME', the entitled society. Even if there are laws, rules, morals, etc., in today's world, everyone and anyone can play and all get a prize or trophy - or else. So maybe that's what happened to the outdoors people, too? I hope not.
One of these days, I'll drive by one of my old spots, and might get lucky enough to enjoy it again.