Editor's note: Longtime Del Norte County resident Chuck Blackburn's column appears monthly.

I was fortunate to be brought to the Klamath River in 1949 as a 13-year-old boy. I spent a summer rowing boats, fishing for salmon and steelhead and learning to run a motor boat up and down the river.

Running up the shallow waters in the summer above the town of Klamath required a knowledge of reading the tailouts of riffles and being able to center off your approach to the deepest part of that riffle and the telltale signs of submerged rocks.

In my travels up and down the river in years ahead I tried to maneuver without hitting bottom and shearing a pin to protect the engine shaft and propeller. Even then I had times when I would have to pull over to the river bank and put in a new shear pin.

This was another learning experience in growing up in "God's

Country." I returned to the Klamath each summer to work as a dockboy for

Paul and Shorty Conner. I tried a couple of times after work to see how

far upriver I could row a boat on an outgoing tide and found out that

the top of McDonald's Riffle was my limit. What fun that was in those


My tenure as a dockboy ended in September 1955 as Shorty's Camp was

wiped out by a great flood, but my experiences as a river guide were

just beginning as I started working for Alvin and Juanita Larsen of

Requa Resort. This new opportunity was a whole new challenge of "reading

water," the great forces of a fast-moving river at its mouth on an

outgoing tide and those currents meeting an ocean with all of its


My lot in life fishing the mouth of the Klamath River gave me great

respect for its power and that's why I chose to row instead of using a


For years people asked me why I chose to row and I responded, "my

motor starts the first pull every time." I experienced many people over

the years drowning at the mouth because of motors dying and being sucked

into the breakers.

I love feeling those forces with my boat and oars and can feel the

surges as the river surges and then the ocean says, "enough," and pushes

back. I can feel and sense it all. We had a great group of Yurok and

white guides who understood the dangers of the mouth of the Klamath. How

thrilling it was to be fighting a big chinook within yards of the

breakers with a river current that is going downhill into the ocean. The

adrenalin is flowing as the party is fighting the fish while I am

wide-eyed alert and fighting the forces.

You're pulling the oars with strong strokes and feeling the fatigue

that is starting to build, but you are confident in your ability, your

focus, your strength and endurance and you know that you want to land

that fish. This was a natural high that stays with me even to today that

flourished in my life from those young days.

My experiences in later years drift fishing the Smith and Chetco

rivers built my knowledge and confidence in reading the water as a drift

boat fisherman. Fishing different river levels certainly change as

conditions change, but like my years at the mouth of the Klamath, I was

always safe in my approach to handling my boat.

It was fun to see a fish surface and then swing above that fish and

work that area hard. Your heartbeat would increase as you just knew that

one of the rods would dip to the water and I could then let out a

Klamath yell. I love to fish close to banks in higher water and also had

great success at times with eddy lines - it's all in what to look for.

A different experience occurred when my wife Missy and I got married

and had a great dinner at Ship Ashore restaurant and stayed overnight in

one of the small condos north of the ship.

The sun was going down and we went out to the small deck overlooking

the mouth of the river. The tide was low and across from us was the sand

spit just short of the mouth. I knew what to look for and was rewarded

by seeing a snout of a seal working up the shoreline.

I told Missy that I wanted her to read the water and she said okay. I

asked her if she saw anything and she said she saw a small object in

the water. I said, "watch it closely and see what happens."

Suddenly a large swirl occurred and a seal surfaced with a chinook

salmon. Seagulls appeared quickly to pick up any morsels. I think she

knew that it was a seal when she first saw the nose at the surface.

We sat there until it got dark and saw several more seals gather in a

chinook in the shallow water next to the sand spit. The seals try to

keep the salmon in the shallower water where they can more successfully

trap and catch the fish.

The experiences that I gained through my younger days with my father

gave me the foundation to want to learn more about our ocean, rivers and

lakes in this region. I join many of my Indian friends, commercial and

sport fishermen, river guides, kayakers and rafters who have learned how

to "read the water" in their adventures in life.

From the Klamath and the Smith rivers, I yell, "yeee haaaw" in

landing a fish.

Chuck Blackburn can be reached at 954-7121.