I shot a fish in Reno

From The Great Train Robbery, 1903, directed by Edwin S. Porter.

This is a blog post with footnotes. [1]

Reno Fly Shop has a podcast, and it’s good. It’s an interview format with some national fly fishing personalities and some Nevada or California locals with local knowledge. The episodes are each about an hour, which is just right for my morning stumble around Rice. The host, the shop owner Jim Litchfield, is a generous and engaged interviewer, but the podcast always gets around to Pyramid Lake and the Truckee River. That can be a bit of a stretch for some of the national fly fishing personalities, so the locals have a decided advantage.

A recent podcast was with Meredith McCord, who is not local to Reno, but like me is from Houston. She spoke at Texas Fly Fishers last year. I don’t know her, but from the audience Ms. McCord seems lively and personable, with a Southern Girl’s penchant for girly casual wear and plenty of well-coiffed hair. She also has a penchant for IGFA records.

The IGFA is the International Game Fish Association, which apparently exists to keep lists of world records and establish rules for catching big fish. Like fly fishing competitions, it has little to do with the rest of us.

On the podcast Ms. McCord was talking about her IGFA records–she holds about 9,000. [2] The talk on the podcast sooner or later got around to IGFA records for cutthroat trout, all of which are from Pyramid Lake. The IGFA doesn’t differentiate among subspecies of cutthroat trout, a cutthroat is a cutthroat is a cutthroat, so a westslope cutthroat from a tiny stream in Montana is in the same swimsuit competition as a massive Lahontan, and it’s no contest. On the other hand there are male and female records, not differentiated by the gender of the fish but by the gender of the angler. I’m pretty sure the records are kept separate so that a boy won’t need to feel bad about being beat up by a girl.

Following are the women’s records for cutthroat:

IGFA Women’s Fly Fishing Records for Cutthroat

If reports are right and ten- to 20-pound Lahontan cutthroat trout are reasonably common at Pyramid Lake, then these records are ready to be broken. [3] Even I could probably land a trout a bit bigger than two pounds on 20 pound tippet. Of course I’d have to change my self-identification, and nobody makes that kind of decision just to catch a fish.

Looking at the list, the second column is the problem. The second column represents a recent rule change that requires a minimum weight for record fish based on the weight of the tippet. The change was adopted after some records were already set, which is why some of the cells are blank: one way or another those records met the new rule requirement. The rule change might attest to the sportsmanship of IGFA rulemakers, but I suspect it probably goes more to the credibility of a 1 lb 12 oz fish being the record cutthroat for 16 pound tippet.

The change requires that for a fish to establish a record, it must weigh at least half of the weight class of the tippet. [4] You don’t put a bantam weight in the ring with a heavyweight and still call things sporting. Of course there’s a four pound tippet class for tarpon, and catching a 100 pound tarpon on a four pound tippet seems more like needless cruelty than sport, so, like I said, credibility is a better explanation than sportsmanship.

Because many of the women’s cutthroat records are oddly low, Pyramid Lake is prime for new records, particularly for women. Listening to Meredith McCord in the podcast I started wondering if Kris would like a record of her own.

The tackle side of establishing records is pretty straightforward. You can fish with any kind of rod as long as it is at least six feet long and is generally recognized as a fly rod. An Orvis Practicaster probably doesn’t cut it, but anything else sold as a fly rod is probably fine. Same goes for reels. [5] Your line can be any kind of fly line and backing. Really the tackle rule comes down to this: if you’re using tackle that’s generally recognized as a fly rod, reel, and line, then from (a) inside the knot attaching your leader to the tippet to (b) inside the knot attaching your tippet to your hook, your class tippet, the one that tests 2 or 4 or 16 or 20 pounds, has to be at least 15 inches long. That’s pretty much it: at least 15 inches inside the knots. It can be longer, but it can’t be shorter. [6]

Now once you sort out the whole gear thing, the conduct thing [7], and the species identification thing [8], you get to the real problems: the weight and length thing, and the fly thing.

Notwithstanding that I’ve got this whole list going on of fish-I-caught, I’m not a particularly ambitious angler. I want to catch a fish in Kansas, but in Kansas I’d be perfectly happy if it was a six-ounce sunfish. I also understand that from the fish’s perspective fishing is a pretty cruel thing to do. I’m not going to stop fishing, but all in all I want to play a fish quick and get it back in the water so that it can go on about its business of killing and eating stuff and fish sex. I’d kill a fish and eat it, but I don’t really like to clean fish. I’d just as soon put the fish back.

But when I put them back I want them to survive, and our notions of how to handle fish for fish survival are evolving. There are the great guidelines from KeepEmWet Fishing, most of which involve keeping the fish wet, using a net, using barbless hooks, and reducing handling.

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Ernest Hemingway and family with four marlins, 1935, Bimini, Ernest Hemingway Photograph Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston, Massachusetts, Public Domain.

I’ve assumed that IGFA records were all established with dead fish, and that’s not right. While there’s nothing I see in the IGFA rules that prohibits killing fish, IGFA is a partner of KeepEmWet, and has adopted its own rules, guidelines really, for releasing fish. [9] However good the angler, and however good the angler’s intentions, [10] establishing a record requires handling, and there’s a tension between any handling and keeping a fish alive. The IGFA has established procedures for handling and weighing fish aimed at release, and the pictures in my head of dangling dead fish are wrong, or at least unnecessary to establish a record. [11] Still, all in all, all of this folderol seems a lot of trouble, and I’d just as soon not bother. If sometime Kris wants a record, I’ll surely help, but I don’t think I’ll mention it to her. Don’t you mention it to her either.

In addition to the weight thing, there’s the fly thing. Saltwater anglers hate the 12 inch bite tippet regulation [12], which according to rumor is too short to effectively deal with tarpon. For freshwater anglers, the really dumb part of the IGFA rules is a prohibition against droppers. [13] Only single flies are allowed, one supposes to discourage snagging, but really? It’s not like fishing droppers isn’t one of those things done since Dame Juliana Berners, and everybody fishes at least tandem flies when they nymph. The last known person to fish a single nymph was in 2006, and that was only because he’d lost his dropper in a tree. From what I can tell all fishing in Pyramid Lake involves dropper-rigged nymph fishing or streamers, and the practice is to fish tandem streamers. The IGFA rule is inconsistent with how anybody fishes, and I’m not setting any records until the rule is changed. Hah! Showed them. Let them defend their vaunted credibility now.

The Booke of haukynge, huntyng and fysshyng, with all necessary properties and medicines that are to be kept, Tottel, 1561, http://www.luminarium.org/renascence-editions/berners/berners.html

[1] Lawyers love footnotes of all things. Some of the best stuff is always in the footnotes. I wish I could figure out how the text notation could jump to the footnote, and vice versa, but I can’t, so there you are. If you want to read the footnotes you’ll just have to do it manually. Sorry.

[2] Ms. McCord holds a lot of records, but I made up the number 9000. It just sounded good.

[3] IGFA measures things by kilograms, but I skipped straight to the stateside pound translation. If you want to get back to the IGFA designation a kilogram equals 2.2046 pounds.

[4] If you’re paying close attention, this is probably confusing because the chart gives the minimum weight for 16 pound tippet at 8 pounds, 14 ounces. Even by my low math standards that is more than half of the weight of the 16 pound tippet class. That’s because the IGFA doesn’t use good ol’ American tippet, but some kind of European stuff measured at 8 kilograms. The 16 pounds is an approximation of eight kilograms. Eight kilograms weighs more than 16 pounds. Who knew?

[5] The exact language of the reel rule is as follows: “The reel must be designed expressly for fly fishing. There are no restrictions on gear ratio or type of drag employed except where the angler would gain an unfair advantage. Electric or electronically operated reels are prohibited.” I guess that you couldn’t use a Tenkara rod because the reel for the rod isn’t expressly designed for fly fishing. Maybe someone could argue that the absence of the reel was expressly designed for fly fishing, and that counts for reel design. This is a shame, since I reckon that all of the saltwater Tenkara anglers are out there right now trying to beat the record for sailfish.

[6] At this point you should be asking yourself how the heck do I know that my leader actually tests at that weight? There are pre-tested tippet spools you can buy from companies like Courtland, which should provide consistent break points over the length of the line. This differs from how most of us buy tippet, which actually has less to do with the break strength than the tippet diameter. We don’t really care if our .015 diameter tippet measures a bit more than 8 lbs over its length. Record setters do, and you have to send your leader and tippet in for testing with your record application. You’d think these IGFA people think that fishers are all liars, or at least poor judges of their catch.

[7] This is gross over-simplification, but the conduct rules pretty much come down to catch the fish as you normally would, don’t actually shoot it, and except for netting or gaffing in the final stage, don’t let anybody help you land the fish.

[8] Take lots of pictures of the whole fish. Take pictures of the fish from every conceivable angle. If there’s going to be any doubt of the fish’s species, The IGFA recommends you take the fish to your nearest ichthyologist for identification. I kid you not. A photo has to show the full length of the fish. A photo has to show the rod and reel used to the catch the fish. I think a photo has to show the scale used to weigh the fish, and I think I’d send in a photo of the scale in the very act of weighing the fish. Scales are notorious liars, as anybody with a bathroom scale knows.

[9] One supposes best practices for keeping fish alive doesn’t include taking the fish to the nearest certified scale. The scale certification rules confuse me, but I gather that the best scales are spring scales—not digital as one would expect—and that Boga grips are considered good scales, but not good fish handling devices if you’re using them to hang fish up by the lips. Lip hanging is both hard on the fish’s jaw and on their internal organs, which will come as a shock to us largemouth bass anglers. IGFA will pre-certify your scale for a charge and a membership fee, or will certify the scale after the fact. Then of course you run the risk of having used a bad scale, plus you still have to pay the membership fee.

[10] Now if I were a particularly devious sort of record chaser, and I’d caught a record fish, then I might conclude that if I release a fish and it lives long and prospers, then somebody could break my hard won record next year with the same fish. I don’t know how the minds of record chasers work, so maybe none are that sort of devious.

[11] Apparently the best way to weigh a fish is in a cradle or a net, so you have to establish the weight of the sling or net and subtract it. I’ve got no idea what the IGFA requires to establish the weight of the sling or net.

[12] In addition to the class tippet rule there is also a special rule for bite tippet, which is important for fish like tarpon. That’s a whole other discussion. Twelve inches.

[13] If you’ve read down to this footnote, and you don’t know what a dropper is, then I’m a more engaging writer than I thought I was, or you’re one of my children and you’re humoring me. If you think about fly #1 tied to a fly line, and then fly #2 tied to a piece of line tied to the hook bend of fly #1, fly #2 is the dropper. The whole thing together is a dropper rig.

Leaving Las Vegas

C.S. Fly, Orient Saloon at Bisbee, Arizona, Faro Game, c. 1900, National Archives.

Generally I distrust generalizations, but I’ve got this generalized story-line in my head about what happens in Nevada. Think of two of the state’s three important books :

  • Roughing It, Mark Twain, 1872, illustrated by various artists. Twain’s semi-autobiographical romp through the silver mining towns of Nevada, set in 1861. It includes a wild stagecoach journey west with his companion, an attorney, various wild scrapes and outrageous cultural observations, and the author’s ultimate retreat from the territory in dubious circumstances.
  • Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream, Hunter S. Thompson, 1971. Illustrated by Ralph Steadman. Thompson’s semi-autobiographical romp through a Nevada gambling town, including a wild journey east in a convertible with his companion, an attorney, various wild scrapes and outrageous cultural observations, and the author’s ultimate retreat from the state in dubious circumstances.
First Edition, from Wikipedia.

The third important Nevada book, Basin and Range, 1980, by John McPhee, is about geology, but even it has a Harvard geology professor who goes west in part to look at road cuts and in part to look for silver. Everyone goes to Nevada to get rich, along with other wild and crazy stuff. Basin and Range also has long discussions about the history of the science of geology, and the nature of geologic time. It’s really the most depressing book of the lot, given how insignificant we are, and how certain it makes it seem that this will all end badly.

Maybe that’s the Vegas story line after all. More on that story line later.

Almost nobody living in Nevada comes from Nevada. They never have. In 1860, Nevada’s population was 6,857. It’s largest population over the rest of the century was in 1880, with 62,266. That’s a growth in 20 years of 808%. Since in 1860 there were only 760 women in Nevada, I’m guessing that the population increase wasn’t solely caused by the birth rate. That would be a lot of labor for 760 women.

That’s not the last time Nevada boomed. Between 1900 and 1910 there was another mining boom, almost doubling the population from 42,335 in 1900 to 81,875 ten years later. This time mining was accompanied by labor violence and the rise of the Industrial Workers of the World, the Wobblies, in the Nevada mines. That was the closest Nevada ever came to an industrial-syndicalist utopia, though it did come close to a Mormon utopia back before silver was discovered. That didn’t turn out well either. I’m not sure whose utopia it is now.

Like Hawaii, Modern Nevada wouldn’t exist without airlines. On a random Sunday in May I can choose from six nonstops from Houston to Vegas on Southwest Airlines. If that’s not enough there are another 15 Southwest flights that will take me to Vegas with a layover, and United has four additional nonstops. If I want to get to Vegas I can get to Vegas.

And the combination of airplanes and sin is unbeatable. In 1940, the population was 110,247. Over 30 years that’s not really much different than the 81,875 population of 1910. Between 1940 and 1960, the population grew 158 percent, to 285,278. That’s a pretty good increase, but then things really took off. Between 1960 and 2000 Nevada was the fastest growing state in the Union, with growth of 600 percent, to 1,998,257. The population estimate as of 2018 is 3,034,392, another 51 percent.

Airplanes. You can’t have modern Nevada without airplanes.

By population Nevada’s not a particularly big state. It ranks 31st, after Iowa and before Arkansas, and this in a state that is 7th in area, after Arizona but before Colorado. Western states are just bigger.

Like everyplace else Nevada’s population isn’t evenly distributed, but Nevada’s can be peculiarly uneven. An estimated 2,112,436 people live in Clark County, the site of the former railroad town known as Viva Las Vegas! That’s almost 70 percent of the total state population. Another 15 percent live in and around Reno. That puts 85 percent of Nevada’s population in roughly 13 percent of its area.

Jim Irwin, Population Density Map of Nevada, 2010, GNI Free Documentation License, Wikimedia Commons,

Nevada is a vast state, with a lot of vast emptiness. Seven counties, White Pine, Pershing, Lander, Lincoln, Mineral, Storey, Eureka, and Esmeralda (which is Spanish for Emerald) have populations smaller than 10,000 people. That puts less than two percent of the population in about 30 percent of the area.

Population distribution might be affected by federal ownership of 81 percent of Nevada land, but I suspect it’s just not very hospitable land. Federal ownership of land is one of the radical Western conflicts, giving rise to Nevada’s Cliven Bundy’s and endless constitutional theoretics. All I know is that I’m not excited about giving up my share for the Bundys, and I like national parks. Get over it.

Only about 24 percent of Nevadans are born in Nevada, but the transience tends to be urban. A higher percentage of residents are native born in the hinterlands, there’s just not enough population in the hinterlands to make much difference. The biggest source for immigration is California, but foreign-born immigrants, legal and otherwise, comprise about 19 percent of the population. It is a diverse population, about 67 percent white, 8 percent Asian, 9 percent African American, and 10 percent other. Of the total population approximately 34 percent is Hispanic.

David Vasquez, Welcome to Las Vegas sign, 2005, Wikimedia Commons, 2005.

Sorry, this is getting down in the weeds, isn’t it? Summary, Nevada has grown fast. Everybody in Nevada pretty much lives in Vegas, or maybe Reno. At least in Vegas and Reno it’s pretty diverse, and about a third of the population works in leisure, hospitality, or food services. There are strong unions in the service industries, one supposes because of mob/union ties back in the 60s, but it’s no longer the Wobblies.

Like everyplace we’ve been but Mississippi, that rural/urban split plays out in the state’s politics. Red rural, blue urban. Republicans controlled state offices from 2015 to 2018, but in the 2018 elections they lost control to Democrats. Both US senators are Democrats, as are three of the four members of congress. Its six electoral college votes have gone for the Democrat since Barrack Obama’s first election. In 2016, the state went marginally for Clinton, 47.92 percent to 45.5 percent, with the Reno and Vegas urban counties voting Democratic while all or the rural counties voted red.

2018 US Senate elections in Nevada by County, GNU Free Documentation License, Wikipedia.

I’m down in the weeds again. Summary: Nevada currently leans Democratic, with the usual rural/urban split.

But back to the Nevada story line in my head. I’ll tell the story this time through song. Sing along if you’d like.

  • I’m going to Las Vegas, I’m going to have a good time/get drunk/win a lot money/get laid/get married/get divorced/see Elton John/turn 21/and my life will be something better than better.Vegas,” Sara Bareilles. “Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas/’Cause somebody told me/That’s where dreams would be . . . ” “Reno,” R.E.M., “You know who you are/You’re gonna be a star.” “Viva Las Vegas.

Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that’s ready to burn,
So get those stakes up higher
There’s a thousand pretty women waitin’ out there
And they’re all livin’ devil may care
And I’m just the devil with love to spare
Viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas

From Roughing It.
  • Have mercy Jesus what have I done. Ooh Las Vegas,” Gram Parsons. “Ooh, Las Vegas ain’t no place for a poor boy like me/Every time I hit your crystal city/You know you gonna make a wreck out of me.” “Vegas Lights,” Panic at the Disco. “We’re swimming with the sharks until we drown.” “Waking Up in Vegas,” Katy Perry.

You gotta help me out
It’s all a blur last night
We need a taxi ’cause you’re hung-over and I’m broke
I lost my fake id but you lost the motel key

  • It’s time to leave now. I’ve done the damage get me home. Friend of the Devil,” Grateful Dead. “Leaving Las Vegas,” Sheryl Crow.

I’m Leaving Las Vegas
Lights so bright
Palm sweat, blackjack
On a Saturday night
Leaving Las Vegas
Leaving for good, for good

From Roughing It.

Meantime in Houston it’s time for the warbler migration, when the warblers leave the Yucatan and fly across the Gulf heading to warbler sex and parties at their summer place in Ohio. Kris drives most every day to Galveston an hour away to watch for the birds. These guys like the warblers too.

Agkistrodon piscivorus, water moccasin, cottonmouth

I’m always dubious about identifications of cottonmouths, because to Texans every water snake in or near the water is a cottonmouth. This is a no doubt proper identification, and Kris was probably wise not to walk on by. It’s cousin the copperhead also likes the wee birdies.

Blackburnian
Indigo Bunting
Hooded
Prothonotary warbler.
Northern Parula
Worm-eating
Brown Thrasher
Black and White

Pyramid Lake Ladders

Pyramid Lake Needles, seabamirum, Creative Commons license.

Since in a couple of weeks we’re fishing for Lahontan Cutthroats at Pyramid Lake with Casey Gipson, I’ve been debating whether to buy ladders for the trip. I know that we could use Casey’s, but like a lot of fly fishers I’m a gear head, and I think I could find all sorts of applications for a ladder even if we never fished Pyramid again. It just seems like a good use of our money.

Ted Williams Signature fishing ladder, Sears Catalogue at 212, Fall 1967, Swanson, Dick, photographer, National Archives, https://catalog.archives.gov/id/549962. White pelican fly-overs are a problem at Pyramid Lake.

Of course all the major manufacturers make ladders, and Kris and I have spent a lot of time at our local fly shops trying to decide which ladders are right for us. We are really good at agreeing on the big stuff, but the devil is in the details. For instance, Kris likes Orvis rods and so do I, but I generally like Winston for freshwater or G. Loomis for salt a little better. Kris likes lightweight reels, but I prefer Tibor because they’re bombproof or Hardy English-made reels because they’re classy. She likes Simms waders, I like Patagonia. Anyway, if you’ve used any of the ladders in the market, I’d appreciate your thoughts. Following are the ones we’ve looked at.

Tenkara Ladders demonstrated by Japanese anglers, Popular Mechanics at 519, April 1907.

While I’m at it, does anyone have any advice on carrying a ladder on a plane? Do they fit in the overhead? I’m disappointed that only the Loomis Asquith comes with a ladder case. Maybe I’ll wait until we get to Reno and buy from Reno Flyshop. They have a lot of good information online.

Fishpond

RodMob, Angler fishing for Lahontan Cutthroat Trout, Pyramid Lake, Nevada, 2014, https://www.flickr.com/photos/rodmob/12607378375/sizes/o/, Creative Commons attribution with limitations. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

The guy in the picture above is the kind of angler who gives fly fishing its reputation for effete commercial excess, decked out as he is from head to toe in the newest Simms River Camo–who knew that camo would be a thing for fly fishing? In my opinion he’s all style, no substance, but I can’t argue with his choice of ladder. Fishpond makes a range of high-tech carbon fiber ladders that are not only functional, but you can’t argue with their good looks. There’s also a ton of available attachable accessories, including rod holders, bottle holders, floatant clips, net clips, shoulder straps, beer can holders, tippet holders, fly patches, bottle openers, ladder tethers, solar panels, and lip balm. $625 as shown (without accessories).

Thomas & Thomas

Dr. Thamizhipparithi Maari, Ladder Shop, Wikimedia Commons.

I’ve got a couple of Thomas & Thomas graphite rods, a 10′ 4 wt Avantt and an old saltwater 8 wt, and my friend Mark Marmon is on their pro staff. They’re better known on the East Coast than in the West, but they’ve really made a name for themselves with their traditional bamboo ladders. I’ve never climbed bamboo, but the aesthetics and craftsmanship are the highest I’ve seen. I’d love to own one of these. $3,750.

Winston

Ladder Stile, Wikimedia Commons.

Nothing gives rise to thoughts of Western trout fishing like Winston rods, and I’ve used them happily for years. They’re beautiful, and the Winston feel is special. I like casting Winston, and I’m guessing that I’d happily climb their ladders. I particularly like the engraved nickel silver ladder feet with the burl wood spacers. Beautiful. $875.

Temple Fork Outfitters

Wikimedia Commons.

By manufacturing its ladders in South Korea, the TFO ladders are exceptionally well made and functional at an excellent price point. They’re good-climbing ladders too, and if you’re not hung up on American manufacture, price gives them a rung up on the competition. $399.99.

Abel

Edward Muybridge, Animal locomotion: an electro-photographic investigation of consecutive phases of animal movements. 1872-1885, plate 110

There’s always something kind of sexy about Abel aesthetics, and you can’t argue with Abel function. If you want to climb up and down a ladder, Abel lets you do it with style and confidence. Abel is expensive though, and if you get a custom anodized ladder like the one in the picture, prices start to get into bamboo territory. The ladder shown is milled from aircraft grade aluminum with a wood-pattern custom anodized finish, with matching pliers, nippers, and zinger available. $2555. Also available in Montana Brown, Native Tarpon, and Rasta Fade custom finishes, or standard solid or custom satin colors.

Orvis

Marcel Duchamp, Nude Descending a Staircase No. 2, 1912, Philadelphia Museum of Art,

I was in the Orvis Houston store when a customer said that he had purchased one of every size of Helios 3D rod made, from size four to 12, plus the Helios Tenkara rod. I think Kris would be happy with that, and I love to cast her rods. I’m sure the Helios 3C ladders are excellent, both for climbing and descending, and I’m sure that no ladder is more accurate. I kinda like the modern look of the Helios 3 ladder too, though I know it’s been controversial. $950.

G. Loomis Asquith

Niwaki Tripod Ladder, https://www.niwaki.com/store/tripod-ladders/

I don’t like the feel of the lighter weight Loomis Asquiths, but I really like the heavier rods, 7 weight and above. Because they are shipped to Japan for attachment of Shimano’s proprietary Spiral X rails, the price of Asquith ladders is a good bit higher than other comparable ladders. Still, they work so well it may be worth it. I don’t think the aesthetics are particularly good, and the little flecks of color remind me of bowling balls and bass boats, but they sure perform. I’m certain this is the last ladder I would ever buy, and that it’s a way better ladder than I am a climber. $1100.

As a side note, Asquith rods are named after the top step on stepladders, which is properly referred to as the ladder’s asquith.

From Die Gartenlaube (1873), Wikimedia Commons. Note that the angler is wearing a Fishpond Eddy Hat and Fishpond Flint Hills Vest. His guide is handing him the Fishpond Donner Pass Umbrella.