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  1. "Springtime comes and the leaves are back on the trees again

    Snipers are harder to see my friends

    Weeding out the weekends


    Summer comes and gravity undoes you

    You're happy because of the lovely way the sunshine bends

    Hiding from your close friends

    Weeding out the weekends"


    Sometimes "its good to just get out" isn't so much a cliche, as it is an understatement.


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  2. This includes dams on the Elbow (up around Cobble Flats) and Highwood (above Eden Valley) and future plans are being developed to see if there are additional locations on the bow for retention sites as well and these plans will be formalized by December.

     

    . . . and I understand the impact this event has had on many families and lives, but never have I ever been so gutted after a meeting. This is a pretty big freight-train. I need a few days to digest this.

     

    this hurts

  3. All you have to do is drive the highwood road right now and see why this proposal for 'dry' berms is ridiculous. If a storm of that size hit again, there is no culvert that will hold back the amount of water that was coming down....

     

    A note for those who aren't quick to tell where the highwood ones are located. The first 'dam' would be directly at the Kananaskis Gate. Funny, since during the presentation they said they are kept away from "habitation near by"... I guess Eden Valley being less then 2 km away isn't nearby enough..

     

    Second site is at within the canyon, west of Longview.

     

    Guess we might as well start generating power with these berms to help pay for them.....

     

    If this happens I will go full George Hayduke.




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    My hands were numb and my core trembled, as I stood at the edge of the Peace River. Slogging up the muddy banks, casting streamers and searching for willing fish. Thinking that I should’ve worn a toque and warmer clothes.


    Just yesterday we sat outside drinking a pint in the sunshine, formulating plans, just in shirtsleeves and thinking that the indian summer might last forever.


    Today however, the threat of snow hung heavy in the air.


    “This north wind can *#^$ right off”


    I turned downstream to see Chauncey walking towards me, carrying beer, cursing the wind and reading my mind.



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    With the dog laid up and grouse on hold, the plan was to hit the big river for walleye. The river doesn’t really clear up during the summer. First muddied by spring runoff, then early summer rains, then dam releases, it stays that way for most of the year.


    By fall however, the river is clear enough to fish properly and this time of year the walleye fishing can be phenomenal.


    Today, however had been a bust. A late start, forgotten equipment, a lack of provisions, a bitter wind and walleye that would follow tight to the bank but never eat.


    So we sat on the bank, drinking spiced ales, ruminating on winters passed and trying to find excuses to stay out, instead of cowering back to the heat of the truck.


    I drank the last of my beer, clipped off the current fly and tied on a big articulated red and yellow streamer, hoping to salvage something.


    Three casts and the line came tight. And by the singing of the reel, it was quite obviously not a walleye.



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    And as I sat crouched, watching the pike swim off, Chauncey had already packed up the gear and was headed downstream to the truck. He called over his shoulder


    “Well, that’s a good place to end it. The heaters singing its song to the unacclimatized.”


    I smiled in agreement.

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  5. Day 2:
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    A familar walk through the pasture.
    But coming to the river and standing where the high water mark had been, I quickly realized how much the river had changed.
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    I've never been so happy to see a six inch fish in my life.
    But that it was it. The bug life had all but disappeared and seemed that the only thing that these fish would have to eat was each other.
    I started to swing baitfish patterns through the deep holes and scared up a few bulls.
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    But no sign of the beautiful rainbows and cutts I normally find in abundance here.
    Until this beauty took a liking to the streamer.
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    Then I headed up the tribs. Which seemed to fair better. With fish taking bugs off the surface . . .
    . . . but in nowhere near the numbers that I usually find here.
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    It was disheartening to see the river in such shape but as I stood in the river and sunk up to my knees in gravelbed completely devoid of silt, I'm optimistic that this river will once again be what it once was.
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  6. From a 1000 km away, I could see trouble.
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    I phoned the father in law who has lived in/near Longview his entire 70 years and he said he'd never seen the river this angry. Trees, homes, roads, bridges, campgrounds. All washed away.
    As the floodwaters receded the damage was evident.
    Hundreds and hundreds of people lost homes and businesses. Three people lost it all.
    Drowned in the floodwaters.
    I finally made it down to see the damage to the river I consider my spiritual home. I wouldn't have much time to explore but I had a morning and a day to fish.
    Day 1:(about a week ago)
    The first morning was cold and desolate. As I walked down the damage was plain to see. 30-40 feet up the banks were completely scoured. Bark completely sanded off the trees. Vegetation ripped out. The whole place had an almost lifeless feel.
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    I fished for a few hours with nary a sign of life, until I was finally able to coax up this Bull on a swung streamer.
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    Some evidence that something had survived.
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