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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now is hung with pink
along the bough
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And soon that pink froth will be filling the
four basins of the Otter Fountain, clogging and making it inoperable.
Well, so it goes, and this too will pass.
The Japanese take the cherry blossoming very
seriously. To them it is not the ephemeral thing it is to me. But the many
blossoms are indeed pretty. Yet when it rains, as it has for the past
three days without a pause, the boughs dip low, burdened with rainwater,
and I, forewarned each year as to what will happen, repeatedly walk into
the same lowered bough and get drenched.
And laugh at myself for such poor memory and
foolishness.

White House photo
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VP Cheney, who shoots pheasants and friends,
is also a trout fly fisher from Wyoming. Here he tells the President about
a big brown trout that he landed on a recent guided boat trip. "That's
nothing," the President responds. "I caught one this big" gestures widely
"and on a dry fly."
"You got a picture?" asks the VP.
"No, you just got to trust me."
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George Bush tells Dick Cheney how much
classified CIA information to release to the press. (Tongue-in-cheek, of
course, but the real question is, Whose tongue and whose cheek?)
I think we will reuse this wonderful picture
for the coming week in order to boost our readership and to furnish us
with more raw material for our quips. Stay tuned, or bookmarked, or
whatever.

Apple blossoms were a little slow in arriving this
year, but here they are, at last. This is Shizuka, a Japanese hybrid
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In my tiny orchard--actually, it is my
wife's, but I will take full credit, especially when it is time to harvest
the crop, six months from now--there are only two apple trees. The other
one is a HoneyCrisp. Both are delicious, but not Delicious. Dig?
This year we have added, at my urging, a
peach tree. It is barely rooted and, so far, there are no clearly
recognizable leaf buds. But just wait. It's crop is two years off, maybe
three. But I can almost taste them now.
The big trout continue to hit slowly, as they
have all winter long. And I almost dread the coming hatchery plant of
rainbows that will probably run 7-9 or 10 inches. These beautiful, fat,
bright holdover trout run 12-17 inches, invariably. And they compare well
with steelhead--at least with the hatchery steelhead. Often they show
similar fighting characteristics and will run, turn over on their sides,
recover momentarily, and be off on their next run, with a jump or two at
the end and middle of it.
Of course they are fighting for their lives.
I try to reward them, or compensate them, by gently letting them go. And I
am convinced that nearly all of them recover and will live.
A couple of weeks ago, they had sexually
matured and would have spawned, had there been any inlet stream with
gravels and lots of dissolved oxygen. But there wasn't. Now they are
either shedding or absorbing their eggs and milt. This is hard on them
physically. But the fish the past couple of weeks look healthy and have
fought well.
I wouldn't mind reencountering them again
next year. Wow!

Another sunset on my favorite lake
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What's in a word? Well, often, a lot.
For instance, wood ducks (see left column) have been aptly described
as "shy." I agree. And they are easily spooked. I know because I
often spook them just by being present at what I think of as a
reasonable distance.
Now, the green-winged teal (of which we
have none at Lake Ketchum, and only once or twice have I glimpsed
one here) was described by Champion Fly Tyer Paul Schmookler as
"secretive." I agree entirely. It is the right word, and perhaps you
may have to observe these ducks fairly often to recognize their
behavior pattern: they don't want to be anywhere near you (or me)
and will do anything to maintain an excessive (to me, that is)
distance.
Seattle's Montlake Bay at the edge of
the UW campus has all all three variety of teal--cinnamon,
blue-winged, and green-winged--the first two not excessively shy,
that is, secretive. Ah, but the green-winged are hard to even
glimpse, and you will need strong binoculars even to detect
them, there, off at the edge of the marsh. And the binoculars will
be necessary to identify their distinguishing marks and to glimpse
the close harmony of the green and rust on the heads of the males.
I just realized how much I miss them,
and the inherent difficulties of getting to know them a little. if
at all.
Thanks for the visit,
Robert C. Arnold, Editor
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