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CollaredJohn E. Riutta reviewed Collared on The Well Read Naturalist book review this week. In his summary of the book, Riutta wrote:

Collared is not only about wolves but people as well; people with astonishingly different views of the world in which they live, who are honestly trying to work together for their own as well as the common good of their families, towns, and the larger society, to establish a set of rules under which they all – and the wolves as well – can live together with a minimal amount of disruption to their respective ways of life.
To see the full review, and to find recommendations for other books within the genre, please check out, The Well-Read Naturalist.
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A lone female wolf in the Wallowa National Forest area.

A lone female wolf in the Wallowa National Forest area.

I’ll be giving the next talk for the Straub Environmental Center lecture series in Salem on Nov. 19 at 7p.m. The talk will focus on the past and future of wolf management in Oregon. The Statesman Journal did a small write-up previewing the talk. Check it out here: Howling at the Moon. Hope to see you at the lecture.

Collared at Powell’s on Hawthorne, Portland, Oregon, Oct. 7, 2013.

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Collared at Grass Roots Bookstore in Corvallis, Oregon, Oct. 8, 2013.

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CollaredCollared: Politics and Personalities in Oregon’s Wolf Country will be on shelves Oct. 1, and OSU Press has set up several events, including readings and signings to celebrate publication.

To start I’ll be at Powell’s Books on Hawthorne on Oct. 7 at 7:30 pm discussing the book and signing copies for the store. On Oct. 8, I’ll be reading from Collared at Grass Roots Books in Corvallis, Oregon. Then on Oct. 9, I’ll be taking part in an informal discussion of the book and topic during a brown bag lunch at the Valley Library on the Oregon State University campus. I’ll also be participating in a signing during the Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association conference next week.

It would be wonderful to see you out there.

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For an hour we moved up the river in that fashion. Come to a pocket, make a few casts, catch a few fish, and move up again. It got to the point where like Babe Ruth we were calling our spots and calling our fish. Twelve-incher top of the pocket left side. Just on the tongue of the white water, fourteen-incher.

Check out the field report on the RIO blog, here:

http://www.rioproducts.com/blog/labrador-dispatch-by-aimee-eaton/#more-2405

There's something about the first one. And the second.

There’s something about the first one.

Short update from Labrador over at the Orvis blog.

Streamers, Dalis, and Clousers. Oh My!

Streamers, Dalis, and Clousers. Oh My!

We’re leaving for Labrador today. It’s going to be an adventure! Stay tuned for updates.

Photo by Catalina Jean Dow.

Photo by Catalina Jean Dow.

Time flies when you’re having fun, and summer seems to be moving at speeds well past the posted limit. Below is a quick update on where I’ve been and where I’m headed in the next few months.LowerGunny_628

In early June Mike and I traveled back to Oregon where we proceeded to fish, bike, run, work and get married in a several week long celebration of friends and family. It was an amazing time, and I am so thankful. On a professional note, I changed my name from Brown to Eaton, and my writing byline moving forward will be Aimee L. Eaton. I understand that changing my name after publishing under it for several years presents some challenges, but it feels right to me. Please, if you have questions about what I’ve written in the past, or what I’m responsible for in the future, don’t hesitate to contact me.

We came home to the western slope to find summer had kicked off in force. The trails are clear of snow and fishing has been amazing. Plenty of walk wading in addition to regular float trips (the raft came out to CO with us, and I’m attempting to learn to row. Talk about a junk show.).

In August I’m headed to Labrador to fish for landlocked Atlantic salmon and trophy brook trout with Gray Ghost Prodcutions. To say I’m freaking out would be an understatement. If everything goes as planned there will be a few stories and films from the trip.

CollaredThen in October, my book, Collared: Politics and Personalities in Oregon’s Wolf Country will be published by OSU Press. I’m finishing up the last details for the manuscript now, and the press is beginning marketing work.

In the meantime, I’m working on stories, working as an editor at the Crested Butte News, filling a few shifts at Dragonfly Anglers and in general rocking and rolling.

Here’s hoping things in your world are amazing.

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We spent all of November fly fishing for Chinook on Oregon’s south coast. When we were done I wrote a feature story about the experience, the fish, and the weather. It came out today in the new issue of The Fly Fish Journal. Here’s a bit of the piece. I hope you’ll support small publishing and check out the rest at http://www.theflyfishjournal.com/

Scratch Tickets, The Fly Fish Journal v4.3.

They come on the incoming tide. They come on the outgoing tide. A negative tide brings them in like seagulls on trash day. They’ll come when it rains. When it clears. When pigs fly and hell freezes over. The 14th is the peak. We’ll see them in December. You’re too late; they came in October. Try the mouth. Try upriver. Up coast. Up yours. There aren’t any fish in this river. They were rolling this morning. Last night 50 moved through and the wake trailed for miles. They were getting them at the bridge, at the Grange, at the snag hole. It’s like seeing Sasquatch. Pulling all cherries at the slots. Catching a unicorn. Finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It’s luck. It’s skill. It’s scratch tickets.

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I have a piece out in the new issue of The Fly Fish Journal. Full content of the journal is not available online, but it’s a beautiful book and worth picking a copy up.

In September 2012, I was fortunate to spend time with the group Casting for Recovery, and Steve Duda at the FFJ believed in the organization, and the story, enough to give a piece about the lives of women affected by breast cancer a home in a dominantly male-read publication.

Here’s an excerpt from the piece, The Courage to Cast:

Clad in dark scrubs and operating gowns a team of doctors clusters in the center of an operating room. The surgeon holds a scalpel in her right hand. She grips it as you would hold a steak knife. On the table is a woman’s draped body. We know it’s a woman because only her breasts are exposed. They are covered in smooth skin the color of cream with rosy nipples that stand erect in the cold room. They are perfect, gravity pulling them only slightly out of the round. They are also deadly.

Leaning over table and pressing down hard with the blade, the surgeon uses her 15 years of experience to carve a slice along the top of the breast. Blood wells from the cut and is daubed away by one of several assisting nurses. The surgeon shifts angles and moves along the bottom of the breast following its parabolic half moon curve. The cuts form an eye-shaped wound that surrounds the areola.

Over the next several hours these cuts will be repeated on the left breast. More than four pounds of tissue will be removed from the body during the course of the double mastectomy. In place of the nipples, which will be removed as just more bits of skin, there will be lines of black stitches.

In the morning, the woman who was on the table will rise from her recovery bed and unwind the ace bandages and gauze pads from her torso. She will stare at the concave surface that was once her breasts and she will cry. Friends and family will come to visit as she recovers and they will tell her she is lucky. Lucky that the cancer is gone. But she won’t feel lucky. She won’t even really feel like a woman.

After a month, the surgeon will call to see how she’s doing, and to see if she’s been doing her recovery exercises. She’ll be honest and say not good, and no. After a pause, the surgeon will ask simply, “Have you ever been fly fishing?”