Thursday, September 06, 2007

thee world according to WDFW

Exactly what is happening at WDFW? It's surreal... really.
Scene: About 11 pm along the shores of an amazing little salmon stream in SW WA.
There is a smallish, friendly, obviously tight knit crew of badasses (and a guide). A few fish have been to the ashram, seen god, and been given new life, but everyone awaits the next push, due in about... um... now.
Floodlights blast the parking lot and suddenly there's this voice over a PA. "Gentlemen, can you come to the bank for a gear check?" Holy Jesus! It's a bust!
As noted above, this is a v. tight crew and even before we arrived, everyone *everyone* knew the WDFW was going to show. Regs had been studied. One thug even had the WDFW site loaded on his "Pocket PC", which offered the opportunity to cite both chapter and verse to the fish cop.
Everyone passed the barb test, but our licenses were collected as the cop marched grimly to her 4x4, a clump of staggering, bemused and percolating fly fishermen trailing after her.
This site, she said, was closed to night fishing, and by the way, the parking lot is, as of now, verbotten after dark.
The angler's offered their protest... The web site -- lookit --- right there. The regs say this is legal water.
O! But it is not to be. The officer explained that "under orders from her captain and her seargent, she was to enforce section 937 blah blah blah...."
The website! say the anglers. Lookit! Right there!
No, says the cop, see this wierd, oddly-formatted document i've just pulled up on my computer? It says this is now closed.
But the website?
Sorry, just doing my job...The cop then commences writing down the names of the anglers.
Why are you writing my name down, comes a voice from the back.
When I issue a warning, I just write down your name and if I contact you again, then I write you a ticket.
How can I get a warning for violating a rule that, as far as an angler is concerned, does not exist in what is generally considered reality?
I'm here to educate you about this rule...
Ahhh, now it becomes clear. We are learning about an Orwellian clownshow.
There are a host of other issues which reveal themselves:
Loss of access
Loss of the substantial stewardship provided fly fishermen to this section of water.
Loss of income (guide)
And what shall we do with these men? Where will they now end up? What ever is there to do between the the hours of 9pm and 3am?

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Anonymous Trout Underground said...

Fucking criminals. Your mommies would be ashamed...

2:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bunch of college football players trying to play fishermen no doubt.

3:39 PM  
Blogger Flytimes said...

NOW its a rule.

Like I said, WDFW hates the fly fisherman.

11:23 AM  
Anonymous Bubba said...

I wasn't sure the directions I gave her over the phone were good enough...glad to hear it worked out.

5:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hell will be hot for bubba

11:40 PM  
Blogger Flytimes said...

Holy shit! Trout Underground said fucking!

12:23 AM  
Anonymous jayj said...

if anyone would like to jump off a bridge with me all be at the bridge just down stream of the 1st hatchery at 7:00 bring yur will.

1:41 PM  

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