Friday, September 12, 2014

Writing About Charter Trips

I don't mind charter boats or even head boats.  You just relax and fish.  That's a great thing.  But it's hard to actually sit down and write about the trip, because all of the thought, strategy, and preparation for the fishing trip was done by someone else.   So, what to make of the story?

I've figured out that the story is whatever the conversation was about during the fishing trip.  With so many charter trips focused on work-related networking, though, there's not a lot of stuff worth sharing.

Recently, I was out on such a trip, out of Chesapeake Beach, Maryland on the Semper Fidelis III.  It was great, and there were some notable people onboard from the conservation community.  We put fish in the boat early, and ultimately limited out on rockfish.  We caught a ton of bluefish as well, always rushing in to steal the bait before the rockfish can get around to eating.   All in all, a fun trip, and completed by 2pm.  Live lining spot in the upper Chesapeake Bay...that's pretty much the story!

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Plans, Plans, Everywhere Plans

It's been a hard summer to get outdoors in the Mid-Atlantic.  Rain came nearly twice a week through early July, and a near drought has ensued since then.   And I've been busy.  Big plans.  I hope.

For almost a year, I've been writing a novel about people who stay and people who go from a place that's barely on a map.  It's about 70% complete and I hope to finish writing before the holidays this year.  Editing is a different story.  That'll be a serious job.   But I love the place and I am enjoying the act of creating this very real story.

I started working when I was 15, which is 25 years ago.  While I've traveled over much of the western Hemisphere to fish, surf, kayak, and hunt, I've never had the luxury of taking two consecutive weeks off of work to travel.  Recently I booked a two week trip to South Florida for early 2015.   Hoping for some great kayaking, kayak fishing, shoreline fishing, and maybe some surfing and/or hunting as well.  It's guaranteed to be a fun trip.

Photo: Gerald Smith

A while back, I won a trout fishing trip at a Trout Unlimited event.  It's in Connecticut, which doesn't really seem like a trout destination, but I'm going in late October during a trip to NYC.  Should be a neat break from the bustle of the city over that 3-4 day trip.

At that same TU event, I won a kayak fishing trip to Savage Reservoir in extreme western Maryland. Hope to line that up for October as well.  Should be super mellow.

On top of all of that are hopefully some successful waterfowl hunts in Maryland.....

...and hopefully the opportunity to close out the hunting season with a weekend in Virginia's baldcypress swamps, celebrating our victory to gain Sunday hunting in the Commonwealth. 
Photo: Virginia DCR.

Hopefully all these efforts will pay off - I suppose we'll know soon enough.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Five Surprises About Portland, Oregon

A typical day in Portland, according to Portlandia
(still from the show)
I was in Portland, Oregon for a week.  It was really pleasant.  I didn't meet a single negative person, at least non-junkie persons.  I caught a single fish, a smallmouth bass,  on the Columbia River. And I got to talk and listen a lot to the various environmental goings-on as they relate to the crappy water that comes off of parking lots and heads to streams.   Here's what was most surprising - things you won't read on tourism websites or watch on Portlandia.

1.  People are outstanding.  Even the panhandlers are polite. If you say something snarky or "east coast funny," the standard response is, "Man, I'm sorry you're dealing with all that negativity.  I try not to dwell in that space.  I truly hope your day gets better, friend."   People aren't overly touchy-feely, as it seems that the entire town is composed of introverts.  But they are really nice people.  The meanest person I met in six days was a really high junkie who just yelled "Heeeeeyyyyyyyy!" at me when I walked past her hangout, in the shadow of a strip club.  For a reality check, I live in Baltimore, where panhandlers will attack you with bricks if you look at them the wrong way or appear to be racist.  But back to the story - in Portland, Oregon, everyone will let you borrow a cigarette.  Everyone will give you directions.  Everyone will tell you that they hope your day gets better, since they can tell you're from the east coast, which they equate with eternal unhappiness.

2.  You already know it has great transit.  Did you know the traffic sucks, though?  Portland has approximately 93 major highway bridges into downtown.  No matter what time of day it is, these bridges (the ones that hold cars) are full of stand-still traffic.   Why?  Where are all these Subarus going?  Why are so many people driving to work at 1pm? Whoops...Eastern time....WAIT...why are all these people driving to work at 10am PACIFIC TIME? Anyway, just take the train.  You can buy a 7-day pass for all transit for $26!  Can you imagine this, east coasters?  $26 is what you  pay in one way tolls between New Jersey and New York City!  Despite the extreme cheapness (i.e. well subsidized) and utility (in several routes, trains come every FOUR minutes!) of Portland transit, ridership is still pretty light, and auto traffic is still pretty bad.

3.  Portland is a train town.  A quick ride into town shows you endless junctions, shop yards, timber yards, cattle yards, and yards for anything else you can put on a train track.   It makes a lot of sense, since Portland is a critical secondary port to Seattle.  It just hadn't occurred to me that freight rail is so important.

4.  Portland is not as close to the great outdoors as one might think.  Many Portland visitor guides sport pictures of Mount Hood (possibly the most scary ass mountain I have ever seen).  Problem is, it's a 90 minute drive just to the lower trails.   Other PR pieces show guys catching fish in the "local" areas of the Columbia River (2-3 hours from Portland) and Deschutes River (3-4 hours from Portland).  That's not local, in east coast terms.  Also unhelpful is that most of the fishing guides are booked up at least a year in advance.  

Now, my high school buddy Rob and I did tour around the Port of Portland, an area where decent outdoor access exists within perhaps a 40 minute drive of downtown.  The scenery of that trip was a bit spoiled by the fact that the area was, I'm told, heavily utilized by the Green River Killer.   In seven days, I didn't meet a Portlandian who was an angler, hunter, or paddler.   And despite the hundreds of tourists and visitors I interacted with, I only met one person who intended to go outdoors during their week in town - he had booked a two hour rafting trip three hours from town.    I tend to think that Portland could use some outdoor access planning and PR.

5.  Portlandians care about where food comes from...but without the east coast attitude you'd get at a locavore bistro in Atlanta, DC, or NYC.  From the absolutely ridiculous burgers and fresh fruit smoothies at Burgerville, to the well-sourced and explained Chinese fare from Seres, it's clear that people care about food.   My friend Rob told me that Oregon state subsidies aggressively target farms in Oregon, Washington, and northern California to make sure the freshest food stays local.    Again, though, Portlandians don't want to hit anyone over the head with it.  They're proud of where their food comes from - and they should be.   It was all amazing...and all without lectures about the industrio-military food production industry complex.

6.  Okay, one more.  The coffee.  Now, beer is amazing in Portland.  Or I should say "beer can be amazing in Portland."  Many Portlandians drink really, really bad beer, which is a shame because some amazing breweries are in town.  Amazing local beers are indeed available on tap at every bar (even hotel bars), but nobody really seems to care all that much.  So, let's call it a wash on the beer culture.

But the coffee.  Oh, the coffee.  Like the beer, or like any town, there's McDonalds.  And there's Denny's.  So I'm sure if you want a cup of coffee that tastes like it was brewed through a sock, you can still get that.  But unlike beer, Portland's coffee status quo was high and consistent everywhere.  Baristas in the hotel lobbies.  High end espresso inside the convention center.   I had awesome coffee every day - coffee that in most cases was roasted locally.   One of the two only establishments in Portland where I saw a line was indeed the famous Stumptown Coffee Roasters.   Oh, the coffee.

There's a lot to see in Portland.  Start with some of these ideas, and you'll be way ahead!  Just don't harsh anybody's mellow.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Charity, Vanity, and Ice Buckets

I believe in service.  I believe in charity.  Any means to those ends is probably a good thing.  Whether it's your Dad's venerable Trout Unlimited or VFW banquet, raising funds for "The Cause," or it's the young guys and gals from "The Chive Charities," getting absolutely snockered on Fireball and acting scandalous in public to raise hundreds of thousands of dollars for disabled children, American veterans, or what have you, it's all good. It's really all good - and it's almost uniquely American.

Its goodness really requires two inseparable things:  money and engagement. Money is money, and as Billy Bragg sang, "Money speaks for money."   If you believe a problem is worth solving (relative to your other daily commitments in life), the most direct link its solution is money.  Not all problems can be saved with money, but generally speaking, money helps.  A lot. 

Now to that Buzz Kill word "engagement."  I know....groannnnnn.    Notice I didn't say "attention" or "web hits" or "viral."   Engagement through a charitable campaign means that you (or I) are now actively working, likely in our spare time, to further a solution for the problem that you (or I) believe is worth tackling.  That kind of "work" could be things like phone calls to elected officials, coordinating a fundraising event, or working directly with the affected population (whether it's people or animals) to do what you can reasonably do.  It's real time and real effort.  That's how "awareness is raised." By the way, there's really good "awareness" that teen drinking is bad, drunk driving is dumb, and littering is foolish.  How are those awareness campaigns going?

I'd argue strongly that awareness is not raised by clicking "Like."  Solutions are not found by simply "sharing" a link.  And despite what several of my friends on social media think, solutions are not found when you post a video stating, "Either pour a bucket of ice water on your head or donate $100 to ALS!"  What?  "Or" donate $100 to ALS?  How about "pour a bucket of ice on your head AND donate $100 to ALS OR if you chicken out, you donate $200 to ALS?"

What is the problem with ALS?  Well, research on cures (or methods to alleviate or delay symptoms) is underfunded, education (on the disease) for doctors is underfunded and not widely available, and lastly, because of the above reasons, ALS tends to be mis-diagnosed early in the disease, and critical months or years of early treatment are lost as a result.   Those are serious things that can't only be remedied with a dollar amount.  But which of them can be resolved by you throwing a bucket of ice on your head and NOT sending in a check (I do realize that some people, as well as notable celebrities, have been taking the ice bucket challenge AND mailing a check)?   As a result, donations are up, and that's a wonderful thing.  But I think it has little to do with folks who take a bucket of ice on the head, while keeping their checkbooks nice and dry.

Take for example, this blog post from an ALS victim's family praising the ALS "Ice Bucket Challenge."  In that very informative article, you read about how the money coming in the door might help elevate this disease into having a more standardized and successful pattern of treatment.  But you don't read a lot about "increasing awareness."   I copied the text and comments into MS Word and searched its nearly 4,000 words  for words containing the phrase "aware" - because those who don't write a check and don't volunteer their time think their "bucket of ice" will "increase awareness."    The ALS family (and other families commenting - seriously, these are the people who are on the front line, experiencing what's needed) use the words "aware" and "awareness" five times within 3,900 words.  They use the words "money," "funds," "funding", and "$" over 40 times.

It should be pretty clear.  According to the New York Times, $13 million has been raised, during which 1.3 million people have dumped ice buckets on their heads.  That means, in fact, that people are not donating to ALS if they dump the ice buckets, since every ice bucket dump has a value of approximately $10.

Ten dollars.  Ten dollars is not substantial funding.  It's what you'll spend on lunch today.  A twenty second video isn't engagement if you're also not going to be doing more work for that charity, or that cause at large.  It's just pouring a bucket of ice on your head.  It's not "awareness" in any sense of the word.

So forgive the "Ice bucket party poopers," as we've been called.  I don't personally care if you choose not to support the ALS Foundation, but don't claim to be doing charity work when you're not writing a check, not donating time or services, and are simply dumping a bucket of ice on your head and challenging your friends to do the same "OR" donate to charity.

And before you start...I donated to the ALS Association today.  You should too, if you're inclined.  From the screen:

Thank you for your generosity and support of The ALS Association. Your gift enables us to make progress in the pillars of our mission - developing treatments and a cure for ALS and empowering people with ALS to live fuller lives by providing compassionate care and services.