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If you Fish Stevens County Washington Lakes, you need this list!

Monday, March 1st, 2010

Stevens County Washington is a fisherman, fisherwoman’s dream come true! Look at the list below! Many lakes with a good number of these being actually dammed rivers so the lakes are miles long. I purloined this list from this link: http://washington.hometownlocator.com/features/physical.cfm?class=lake&scfips=53065&startrow=1 I will be doing some updating on this list as I can find information on each of these lakes. I look forward to you being able to purchase a fine Emmrod fishing pole to use as you fish for trout, catfish, walleye, bluegill, sunfish, bass, and any of the other many fish in these lakes. Check back to this blog regularly as I will be updating this list with malice and aforethougt!
Name County USGS Topo Map
Ansaldo Lake Stevens Belshazzar Mountain
Bass Lake Stevens Echo Valley
Bayley Lake Stevens Cliff Ridge
Benjamin Lake Stevens Benjamin Lake
Benson Lake Stevens Nelson Peak
Black Lake Stevens Lake Gillette
Blue Lake Stevens Valley
Blue Lake Stevens Arden
Bowen Lake Stevens China Bend
Browns Lake Stevens Waitts Lake
Buck Lake Stevens Addy
Buhrig Lake Stevens Bossburg
Buzzard Lake Stevens Nelson Peak
Cedar Lake Stevens Leadpoint
Clark Lake Stevens Cedonia
Coffin Lake Stevens Lake Gillette
Dailey Lake Stevens Addy Mountain
De Hart Lake Stevens White Mud Lake
Deep Lake Stevens Deep Lake
Deer Lake Stevens Deer Lake
Dilly Lake Stevens Bossburg
Doe Lake Stevens Addy
Douglass Lake Stevens White Mud Lake
Dry Lake Stevens Echo Valley
Easter Sunday Lake Stevens Churchill Mountain
Elbow Lake Stevens Belshazzar Mountain
Erickson Lake Stevens Arden
Evans Pond Stevens Marcus
First Thought Lake Stevens Laurier
Fourmile Lake Stevens Waitts Lake
Fuhrman Lake Stevens Kettle Falls
Gilbert Lake Stevens Laurier
Gillette Lake Stevens Lake Gillette
Glasgo Lakes Stevens Bossburg
Hansen Lake Stevens Waitts Lake
Harlin Lake Stevens Marcus
Hatch Lake Stevens Addy Mountain
High Lake Stevens Addy
Hill Lake Stevens Marcus
Hirsch Pond Stevens Valley
Hooknose Lake Stevens Abercrombie Mountain
Horseshoe Lake Stevens Goddards Peak
Hyatt Lake Stevens Marcus
Johnson Lake Stevens Goddards Peak
Jumpoff Joe Lake Stevens Valley
Keogh Lake Stevens White Mud Lake
Knight Lake Stevens Four Mound Prairie
Lake City Lakes Stevens Echo Valley
Lake Heritage Stevens Aladdin Mountain
Lake Thomas Stevens Aladdin Mountain
Lamar Lake Stevens Churchill Mountain
Lee Lake Stevens Colville
Lenz Lake Stevens Arden
Little Pend Oreille Lakes Stevens Aladdin Mountain
Little Pierre Lake Stevens Laurier
Long Lake Stevens Addy Mountain
Loon Lake Stevens Deer Lake
Mathews Lake Stevens Little Falls
May Lake Stevens Colville
McCoy Lake Stevens McCoy Lake
Meadow Pond Stevens Waitts Lake
Mission Lake Stevens Kettle Falls
Mitchell Lake Stevens Kentry Ridge
Mud Lake Stevens Chewelah
Mudgett Lake Stevens Hunters
Nelson Lake Stevens Nelson Peak
Nettleton Lake Stevens Rice
Newbill Lake Stevens Hunters
O’Toole Lake Stevens China Bend
Pepoon Lake Stevens Belshazzar Mountain
Perkins Lake Stevens Bossburg
Phalon Lake Stevens China Bend
Phillips Lake Stevens Calispell Peak
Phillips Lake Stevens Northport
Pierce Lake Stevens Cliff Ridge
Pierre Lake Stevens Laurier
Pittman Lake Stevens Laurier
Potter Lake Stevens Colville
Quinns Meadows Stevens Spirit
Red Lake Stevens Tumtum
Reeder Lake Stevens Echo Valley
Rigley Lake Stevens Echo Valley
Rocky Lake Stevens Addy Mountain
Rolly Lake Stevens Arden
Ryan Lake Stevens Bossburg
Silver Crown Lake Stevens Northport
Starvation Lake Stevens Cliff Ridge
Summit Lake Stevens Laurier
Swede Lake Stevens Waitts Lake
Taylor Lake Stevens Laurier
Thompson Lake Stevens White Mud Lake
Turtle Lake Stevens Marcus
Turtle Lake Stevens Turtle Lake
White Lake Stevens White Mud Lake
White Mud Lake Stevens White Mud Lake
Williams Lake Stevens China Bend
Winslow Lake Stevens Cliff Ridge

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My Journey by rubber raft from Waianae to Samoa

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Have you ever noticed how we always reach farther than we should? It is the apple on the next branch, it is the next job in line, it is casting another ten feet.  We always want to reach just a tad bit farther than we can. In fact, Ms. Sommerville, my high school English teacher wrote in my senior album, “A man’s reach should always exceed his grasp.” 

In Hawaii, this played out for me in the form of a gut wrenching need to get a bit out from the shore to go fishing.  I had no hope of ever buying a boat to go fishing so I schemed about this that or the other thing.  I actually obtained about 4 huge truck inner tubes and tried to figure out how to put them together in a usable raft. (Eat your heart out Steve McQueen (Papillon)) No way.  Then, I got a nice little blow up boat.  Success was at hand!

I carried the boat over to the beach a scant 300 feet from my house.  I huffed and puffed and finally had it blown up.  I think the inside part was about three feet wide and the length was maybe eight feet.  I loaded all my stuff up and headed out into the little bay off my beach.  Wow, theory and practice.  I got out about three hundred feet from the shore and discovered this little blow up boat did not really tolerate any kind of movement.  As a matter of fact, when I sat in the middle, the ends folded up over my face and the back of my head.  When I moved to the back or the front, the balance of the boat would butterfly up from the unoccupied end and I felt like I was trying to “hang ten.” 

Realizing this was another failed theory, I decided to head for shore. Now, it got really, really fun.  It had been so easy to get out but reversing the process was not going quite so well.  The little paddle was fit more for a bathtub in my house than for God’s bathtub–the Pacific Ocean.  Then, the wind picked up and I hit the trade currents.  The harder and faster I paddled, the further away from Maili I seemed to be going.  Madly searching my tackle box, I discovered I had left my high blood pressure pills at home. 

After about fifteen minutes, I believe I was nearly a 1000 feet out from the shore.  Way more than I wanted to “reach.”

I was truly becoming afraid.  I just could not reverse my movement.  I began to search my mind for alternative options.  How about abandoning everything and swimming in?  How about trying to make for the eastern shore of the bay?  Swimming was not really viable as it was too far.  I felt the eastern shore, about a mile away, was just too far to make as I would pass the point of the Island and be out into the ocean.   I checked my tackle box and was further discouraged. No Samoan Dictionary!  Do Samoans speak English?  Would I make it to American Samoa and not French Polynesia?  Fear gripped my soul, but fortunately it also made me sit back, take a deep breath and open my eyes.  God gave me the clarity to see I was working against my mother–nature that is. 

I began to time my paddling with the action of the waves.  I found if I took advantage of the wave action, the wave would help push me against the outward currents towards the shore.  Gradually, I began to work my way back towards the shore.  About 30 minutes later, I shakily drug my almost useless rubber raft up the beach, let the air out and went home.

No Tuna, Papio, Ulua, Sharks, or even a rock fish.  But, I did not have to learn Samoan either! I did learn to wait on God, to watch my surroundings and work with nature rather than to fight against it. These are lessons that apply across so many aspects of life.  I have tried to apply these principals in my life and sometimes I do, other times, I am looking for that Samoan Dictionary.

 

PS.  If you ever want to read a great book about a sail boat trip from Oahu to French Polynesia, check out Nevil Shute’s “Trustee from a (or the) Toolroom.  It is a great book.  The journey described would have been much better had they taken along an Emmrod Gulf Master II and an Emmrod Kayak King to do their fishing along the way.  They did not have the Internet, but you do!  Check them out at www.whybuyemmrod.com, www.mycompactfishing.com, www.emmrodidaho.com

One of the biggest fish I ever caught and why I was glad it got away!

Friday, December 11th, 2009

I lived in the little town of Maili, Ohau Island, Hawaii from 1985 to 1992. I was gone mucht of that time on the road to South East Asia (SEA) but made time to go fishing when I was home.  We lived five houses from the main highway that circled the Island, almost.  On the far side of the highway was a beautiful beach and the ocean.   It does not get more convenient than that! 

My pole was about ten feet long and I used a large open face spinning reel.   I had a large swivil at the end of the line, then put a leader with a weight on it and threw it out as far as possible, maybe a 120 feet or so.  The weight would normally hang up in the rocks so you could have a good tight line that would not be thrown back up onto the beach by the wave action.  When you had a hit, the lighter line attached to the weight would break and you could fight your fish.   I baited my nice sized hook with a long strip of squid or eel, and put a heavy duty leader on it that was tied to a swivil type clip.  After clipping the baited hook and leader to the line, it would work its way out to sea until it hit the larger swivel at the end of the line.  After getting it all set I up, I placed the pole in a holder stuck in the sand, hooked a bell to the line, picked up a book, pretended to read it while I watched the girls and waited for the bell to ring.

Most of the times, the bell did not ring. Long Line fishing was in a state of flux with many long liners plying the close in waters. (See my blog on long line fishing.)  Yet one day, the bell went nuts!  I grabbed the pole and jerked it back with some strength.  For the next 45 minutes or so, I fought something, but had no idea what it was.  I just knew I was getting tired.  Meanwhile a big crowd of people gathered on the top of the berm behind me waiting to see what monster I had hooked.  Finally, it showed in the surf near the beach.  A HUGE turtle! 

No way!  I can’t keep it, even though they make great soup and the shells look great in combs.  But even worse, it is illegal to hurt them or do anything to them.  On the other hand, if I just cut the line, it will be a death penalty for the turtle eventually.  So, I just kept fighting it hoping to get close enough to use my pliers to remove the hook or at least cut the line very close to the turtle so it won’t strangle in it. 

All of a sudden, there was a big wave and my line was slack. I was SO happy, the big one got away!  I think everyone on the beach sighed a sigh of relief with me.  Go back to the wild, lay a lot of eggs and avoid the turtle eaters in life.

I do think, if I had been using my Emmrod Packer, with a bait casting reel and a gulf master tip, I would likely have been able to land it.  So, I guess we just need to be happy they were not invented at that time!   But, if you are going to fish for some large fish, read the earlier story on Mel and look at some of the heavy duty options on my website which can be reached at any of these addresses:

www.mycompactfishing.com, www.Emmrodfishingfun.com, www.emmrodfishing.infowww.whybuyemmrod.com, www.emmrodeastwashington.com, www.emmrodfunstore.com, www.emmrodidaho.com, www.emmrodfun.com

Why Don’t we make floating fish preserves?

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

As I have meandered through the world and through my life one of the great mysteries I have noticed is how much resiliance God has built into his creation.  Don’t weed your garden and in very short order, it is over run.  Don’t plant a field and in ten years it has 5 to 15 foot trees all over it and in 20 it is a forest.  Don’t fish an area and in a year or two it is full of fish.  Even an empty pond, if it has enough water, will end up with fish brought in by fish eating birds like herons and storks.  And Randy, don’t hunt Montana for a year and you will get a huge one later!

In some third world areas famous for slash and burn farming practices, a technique encouraged on the local citizenry is to create fields surrounded by a strip of trees.  In the case I read not too long ago, the trees provided habitat for birds and lizards the people ate. Without the trees, they lost a major food source.  With the trees in place, they kept habitat for other foods and seed trees to replenish the worn out soil with seeds and it seemed to me the remaining trees kept the soil from washing or blowing away thus they could farm longer.

I lived for a while on the Waianae Coast of Oahu, Hawaii.  It always bothered me to watch fishermen with fine mesh throw nets taking all the little fish along the shore.  Those are what fed the bigger fish which in turn fed even the bigger fish.  On my coast, there was not much good fishing.  Periodically, we caught things, but it was tougher.  Yet, when you went to Hanauma Bay, an ocean preserve on the other side of the island, there were billions of fish–at any rate there were a lot!  I wondered then what would happen if the coast was blocked off into mile long sections and every fourth or fifth mile was off limits for fishing for a mile out into the ocean for a year.  I bet the fishing would be better in all the open fishing quadrants! 

I do recall a day when God smiled on us.  My Dad and my kids and I were on the Makaha beach almost at the end of the road.  We noticed a commotion in the water which turned out to be whales and dolphin and tuna.  They jumped and cavorted in our site for about 20 minutes!  It was a huge gift!

So yesterday, I was reading about the trouble there is farming tuna.  Some like yellow fin tuna, others like blue fin tuna.  I like canned tuna and tuna fish sandwiches. Looks like the Aussies and the Japanese are getting it figured out, but, they still have a long way to go.   Also, those horrible oil rigs in the gulf seem to grow a lot of gunk on their legs.  The gunk in turn seems to support a lot of fish.  Putting those ideas together, I thought it would interesting to go out into the sea in areas out of normal traffic and creat some huge no fishing zones.  In those zones floating mile long rafts with ropes hanging down a hundred feet into the ocean could be installed to create habitat for the fish.  The rafts would be anchored to the ocean floor by some sort of bungee cord system which would permit the normal ravages of tides and storms to pass by leaving the eco system in place.  It seems to me some good protected areas would be great for the overall good of the environment, commercial fisheries and the sport. 

The two biggest questions are of course:  How do you fund construction and maintenance and how do you enforce the “no fishing within 1000 feet (or whatever is determined to be appropriate.)  I imagine it would be necessary to be withing the legal limits of a country with the capability to protect the project and demand the big ocean going fisheries of any number of countries stay well away.  Also, I imagine it could be done cooperatively with several universities and private ventures.  Short term licenses could pay to fish within a certain zone.  The thought is, the presence of a food chain of significance would creat a fish population over a much greater area than the several miles of the preserve.

I know this is a huge project, but then, I also think there should be a ten foot diameter pipeline from all the flooding points of the major rivers which moves excess flood water from flood zones to areas of chronic water shortages.  We have interstates with huge right of ways.  There are streams and rivers which could be filled to move the water inexpensively.  You get the idea, a grand scheme which I have no potential to implement–in either case.  Never-the-less, creative ways to enrich our world, environment and lives should be on all of our minds.  Who knows which ones will catch fire?

 

Speaking of creative ideas, Duane Markley’s uncle worked on a prototype fishing pole back in the early 30’s which involved a spring in the pole.  The design worked ok, but was not completely functional.  A bit over ten years ago, Duane saw the original idea and put his mind to work on it.  Low and behold, his uncle’s germ of an idea took root, grew and now, we have a whole class of exciting new emmrod fishing poles!  That is the power of an idea.  Take it and grow it!

To see Duane’s work, check it out at www.mycompactfishing.com, www.emmrodfishingfun, www.emmrodidaho.com, www.emmrodeasternwashington.com, www.emmrodfishing.info, www.whybuyemmrod.com, www.emmrodfunstore.com.

The Nine Dollar Sting Ray

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Back in late 1975, I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, North Carolina.  This was a pretty good assignment for a regular military job.  I was lucky and spent most of my 26 years with Uncle Samuel in off the wall jobs out of the mainstream of routine military life.  I did not really enjoy the 5 am Physical Torture (PT) sessions and spending 12 hours a day doing a job that could be done in much less time.  Never-the-less, for a regular military job, it was pretty good with a number of out of the ordinary jobs to keep it fun.  One of these was a three month trip to Panama.  This was before President Carter did the unthinkable and gave up the Canal Zone.  So many stories to tell about such a short period of time.

There was Rock Hunting because of the candy store nature of rocks in this area.  Agates, amethyst crystals, quartz crystals, petrified wood, petrified coral.  The list is really endless.  As a rock hound, I was in heaven!  Also my good friend PSLW and his family were there so that was good.  He and I were in the same unit in Vietnam, then Thailand so it was great to reunite.  The work was really fun and interesting too.  But, the FISHING!!!  We were on the Pacific side of the Ismuths which means we were on the side with great fish.  I fished off the shore and caught some nice fish.  Considering I did not know what I was doing that was great.  I also broke a tip on a borrowed rod.  Very embarrassing.  (You can save yourself some embarrassment by getting an Emmrod fishing system where you are just not going to break the rod tips!  Check them out at www.MyCompactFishing.com )

The crowning joy of the trip was a weekend fishing excursion.  First day was a total bust.  I probably chummed a good part of the journey by giving up what I had eaten the previous couple days.  The fish did not like it either.  But, that night, we hove to at some island getaway.  We had a collective bet.  Whoever caught the biggest fish won all the bucks in the pot.  Frankly the fishing was pretty crummy but about 1030 pm, I got a big strong hit.  For about an hour, I fought this monster fish without having any idea what it was.  Finally, I pulled it into the boat.  It was a beautiful sting ray!  No wonder it was so hard to pull in.  All that wing work!

I called the guy who held the pot.  He grumbled something about it not really being a fish.  It should not count.  Moan, moan moan, grumble, grumble, grumble.  But, finally, he paid me the pot.  With joy I counted it out. NINE BUCKS!  Retirement was near!

Well, 34 years later I still remember that experience with joy.  My only regret was not just letting the ray go.  It was a lot of fun but we had no use for it.  So, that is the moral of the story.  If you ain’t gonna eat it, your buddy ain’t gonna eat it and the poor family down the street ain’t gonna eat it, let it go.

PS.  The next day, we hit a school of “Whahoo.”  For about 2 hours we drove around in circles until we were sated with bringing in these big barracuda like fish.   I think we caught about 20 or so.  These guys were delicious!  Great nice round steaks of white meat that hardly had any fish smell at all. How fun!

If you ever get offered a Central American fishing trip, take it!

How can I make Emmrod Work for Me?

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

One of the joys of the Emmrod system is the ability of each user to adapt it to their special need.  Over my trip to Salt Lake with Jim Markley, we talked about Mel L. and his exploits fishing from the dock in Florida.  Mel, if I misrepresent anything here, shoot me a note and I will make the appropriate change.

Mel’s goal is to catch the biggest shark with the smallest pole!  He has done a pretty good job so far catching sharks in the five foot long range.  But, I am getting ahead of myself.  Mel’s basic gear is the Emmrod Packer Pole (You can see all the products Emmrod sells at www.MyCompactFishing.com ) with the Rugged Flex Rod.  Emmrod says the Rugged Flex Rod is warranted for fish up to 50 pounds.  Mel’s argument is you can catch any fish with any rod if you take enough time and use the drag in conjunction with the pole you are using.  It sure seems to work for him!

Check out his Emmrod Packer Pole!

Check out his Emmrod Packer Pole!

You can see the Emmrod Packer Pole w/ the green handle no less!  Mel is using the double tipped Rugged Flex Rod ($49.95).  Here in lies the joy of the Emmrod system.  Typically, we would sell this pole with a 4 or 6 coil Rod for those fishing for larger fish.  We would use the 7 or 8 coil rod for those fishing for smaller fish.  But not for Mel!  NO!  He is not content with puny 25 or 30 pound fish, he wants some of those big guys!  So, he just steps up to the double tip rod.  Imagine pulling in these 50+ inch fish with your Emmrod Packer!  Or, for that matter, with ANY pole.  I recall landing some “Portegee Marlin” off the Waianae coast, Oahu, Hi.  I am not sure if they were barracuda, but they sure looked like it.  I think the ones we got were about 2 feet long–it has been about 17 years so the memory is somewhat hazy.  Even the 18 inch scar on my leg where one of the fish bit me when I brought him into the boat has faded away into nothing.   IF you ever help someone land one of these guys, DON’T grab them by the tail and swing them into the boat.  They really do not appreciate that.  Their teeth are like razors and I found that out right away!

Another one of Mel's conquests!

Another one of Mel's conquests!

I am having a hard time staying on point tonight folks.  Sorry.  So, back to Mel’s tackle.  If you look closely, you will see he is using a large bait casting reel similar to what the trolling boats that go out after big fish use.  He has the harness that wraps around his shoulder to his waist so he can use his body strength to help wear out the fish and ultimately land them.   This is what is so cool about Emmrod.  Do you have something you want to fish for in particular?  If we do not make a specific product for that use, I bet you can mix and match the different Emmrod poles and rods to create the perfect tool for your target fish.  (You hold the poles and the Rods are the stainless steel tips you insert into the poles.)

Another great catch!

Another great catch!

So folks. Figure out what you want to catch and we will help you do it.  Fishing is all about fun and if you check the New Funky Waggers dictionary, you will see this definition:  Fun.  Emmrod!  Check us out and see lots of photos and some videos at www.MyCompactFishing.com

Some of the Emmrod Products are:  The Packer, The Packrod Casting and The Packrod Spin Casting, The Mountaineer, The Kayak King, The Rugged Flex, The Gulfmaster and Gulfaster II, The Stream Master Fly Rod.  New innovations are coming on line all the time.  Some of the website names I use are:  www.EmmrodFun.com, www.WhyBuyEmmrod.com and www.MyCompactFishing.com.  The will all take you to the same location so type in anyone and check out the products and the blogs.