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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More from Labrador at the second posting on the Orvis fly fishing blog.

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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.

BearThis guy wandered through the neighborhood two nights ago. I saw him through the window as I sat piecing fabric together. When I went outside for a closer look he turned and ran. Why do they call them black?

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Unsettled weather and rapid freeze thaw cycles have resulted in breakable crust and punchy conditions making the actual skiing a challenge. It says something when the up is better than the down.

 

“Because I don’t want to say I wish. I want to say damn, that was awesome.”

Written be Brendan Leonard and Fitz Cahall.

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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.