Monday, March 12, 2018

Member Profile: Adam Shaw

Member Profile:  HHA Vice President Adam Shaw
The good end of the rainbow
Learning to fish with Dad
Name: Adam Shaw

Occupation: Attorney

How long have you been a member of Hellgate Hunters & Anglers? 
8 years and I’ve been on the board for four years.

How did your passion for wildlife, wild places, and fair chase hunting and fishing blossom? 
My Dad, Uncle, and Grandfathers all revered untrammeled wild places. When I was young, they would take me into the mountains and deserts of Arizona to explore. I grew up listening to stories about my great, great Grandfather, who was a Government trapper in the Arizona Territory before it became a state. My Dad and Uncle also told lots of humorous stories of various backpacking trips they took in wilderness areas. My Uncle Brian, who is a great hunter, was always admired for his hunting and fishing prowess and I’ve always looked up to that. He once caught a huge rainbow trout with his bare hands and it's on the wall in my Grandpa’s shop. He also has a local wild Gambel’s quail he trained that jumps on his shoulder if it happens to be around – yeah, he’s that guy! I guess I grew up listening to hunting, fishing, and exploring stories and that fed my love for hunting and fishing in wild places.

Favorite/most memorable hunting/fishing story? 
That’s tough! But one particular boondoggle sticks out. I moved back to Missoula from Dillon, Montana and was blessed with twin boys. Work and rascal wrangling has put a damper on my fishing addiction. However, my great friend Kit Fischer indulges me often, and on one occasion took me on a float through one of his honey holes. The game: every man for himself in a personal pontoon on a river known for big cutthroats. I chose to take a beautiful Winston 4-weight fly rod my father-in-law had recently given me as a gift and I had yet to fish. I also brought a 7 weight as a spare since my 5 weight had been broken and not repaired…because…I’m a father of twins.

I started the day by forgetting my wading boots while explaining to Kit that I had nearly zero experience operating a pontoon kick-boat whilst fishing and floating down a river. He didn’t seem concerned, so I went along carefree. Then we put in. For those of you who aren’t accustomed to this form of floating, the idea is you float down the river in a personal pontoon while using fins to steer yourself. This allows you to fish at the same time – if you’re good. Seems simple. But in practice, its like trying to tie your shoes while you’re jumping.

I was happily floating along for forty minutes casting a yellow sally when I approached the first significant rapid. I wedged the Winston in between the tube and my seat with the tip pointing backward. Plunging through the rapid I noticed the yellow sally miraculously hooked to the tube by my left leg. Anyone who’s grabbed a hot pan can attest to the processing delay while you’re being burned. By the time I grabbed the tippet, it pulled taught, snapped, and the yellow sally sat in my hand.  

After an hour standing in the rapid waving my arms side to side to feel the line - a tactic brown bears use to fish for salmon - I noticed two anglers standing on the shore. The first one opined “isn’t it a little early to have had so much to drink?” Given my condition, I figured it was a little late to be so sober. After enduring the smart-ass, I had to give up on the rod and catch up with Kit, who was likely miles ahead. Harkening to a past life, I simply figured I’d come back a few weeks later when the river dropped and find the rod. I could see my bride’s face with two screaming babies in her arms while I explained that I had to spend another day on the river to look for a lost rod.

I’d like to say the trip got better, but I spent the next 9 hours trying to similarly lose the 7 WT. I once looked to my left to see its handle bobbing like a periscope of despair before I grabbed it as it sunk. We dragged our silly crafts over dozens of rock gardens while walking backward in fins. It all culminated at the take-out where Kit dumped the contents of his boat bag in the river. The entire day, I endured the crushing decision of telling my father-in-law that I lost the Winston before I ever really fished it.  

The cold beer at the truck couldn’t massage the edge of losing the rod. We did catch some fine cutthroat but overall, the fishing wasn’t good. The coup de grace to my anguish came a few weeks later when I was in Minneapolis for work. A text message from Kit showed the Winston on his kitchen table. He and another friend, Josh Conner, went back with wetsuits, masks and snorkels and fished her out.

My father-in-law loved the story. I learned valuable lessons: It’s good to have great friends. Great to have good single friends with lots of time. And always keep one hand on your rod.

Favorite River/Hunting snack? 
Pudding cups. I do a backpack archery hunt every year with my best friend, Evan. My wife, Erin, took over food planning after watching us flail and legitimately worry we’d starve. The first year she tossed in pudding cups which I objected to because of their bulk and general absurdness. Aren’t we supposed to be eating pemmican, bark, and small woodland animals if necessary?! When you eat a pudding cup for dessert after days in the mountains, you’ll thank Erin.

Choose your weapon:  fly rod, rifle, or bow? 
Ooooooh! Hard question. Close between bow and fly rod. I’d rather hunt elk with a bow than just about anything. However, I have to go with a fly rod. I can’t even fathom not fishing.

One bug Challenge: If you had to use one bug for the whole season what would it be? 
I’d go with what my fishing buddies and I call “Wonder Bug.” It’s an old Tony Schoonen pattern for the Big Hole. I can’t explain it, but it works everywhere in all conditions.   

What is the best hunting/fishing advice you have received? 
Keep up the PHA! Positive Hunting Attitude. Pronounced (“Fa”). Hunting can change in an instant and staying positive is crucial. Especially on multi-day hunts. And of course, mind the wind. I’m very serious about wind conditions.

Monday, March 5, 2018

Member Profile: Katie McKalip

HHA Board Member Katie McKalip

Each week leading up to our annual fundraiser we will be profiling one of our Hellgate Hunters & Anglers members and their love for Montana’s Hunting and Fishing opportunities. 
Next up:  HHA Board Member, Katie McKalip 

Occupation: Communications Director, Backcountry Hunters & Anglers

How long have you been a member of Hellgate Hunters & Anglers? About a decade

Favorite/most memorable hunting/fishing story?  I’ll tell you my most recent favorite story, from just last fall. I had one day to fill my deer tag and spent it in the Swan with my good friend Vickie. I have two little kids and my husband lives to hunt big game, so getting out and about can be a challenge. The snow was beautiful but crunchy. We hunted hard all morning and afternoon, saw lots of tracks but never got a shot. Late afternoon came, I’d pretty much written things off, then a chubby little buck strolled toward me from behind some trees. I shot him in the neck and dropped him in his tracks. Got him back to the rig just after dark, got back to Missoula right before the kids went to bed. They were wildly excited. All this courtesy of our public lands on the Flathead National Forest.

Have you ever been lost?  All who wander are not lost.

Choose your weapon:  fly rod, rifle, or bow?  Shotgun. If I could choose one hunt for the rest of my days it would be chasing wild birds on public lands with good friends and great dogs.

What is the story behind your first fly rod or gun?  Who gave it to you?  I have my dad’s Ruger pistol. He got it in Delta Junction, Alaska, when he was in the Army. This was back in the late 50s. I have two big brothers, but Dad gave the gun to me. I don’t shoot it a lot, but I like taking it out every now and then.

Who took you on your first Hunting/Fishing trip?  Do you still hunt and fish with them today? My grandfather – my mom’s dad – used to let me and my brothers come fishing with him on Lake Erie. He was a cranky old codger. He used to point his cane at us when he got mad, which for some reason scared the daylights out of me. But he’d always relax once he got a fishing pole in his hand.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Member Profile: Kit Fischer

HHA President Kit Fischer
Each week leading up to our annual fundraiser we will be profiling one of our Hellgate Hunters & Anglers members and their love for Montana’s Hunting and Fishing opportunities. 

First up:  HHA President Kit Fischer 

Name: Kit Fischer

Occupation: Wildlife Conservation with National Wildlife Federation

How long have you been a member of Hellgate Hunters & Anglers? 8 years

How did your passion for wildlife, wild places, and fair chase hunting and fishing blossom?  I grew up hiking, fishing and paddling every nook and corner of the state.  My folks wrote wildlife and river guide books and my brother and I were eager to join in on the adventures.

Favorite/most memorable hunting/fishing story?  Lost in a blizzard chasing a wounded elk on Ovando Mountain with my brother.  We argued about everything- his shot placement, how long to wait for it to bleed out/get covered with snow, and ultimately how to know when you’re really lost.  When you’re arguing about which direction a frozen creek is running, you’re lost.  We eventually found a camper trailer late at night and knocked on the door- an old couple invited us in for cookies and coffee and gave us a ride 8 miles to our truck.

Who took you on your first Hunting/Fishing trip?  My Dad still loves telling me how to set up a better duck spread, be a better bird hunter, shooter, caller, dog handler, driver, and gentleman. My Dad and Steve Woodruff took me up to Brown’s Lake for my first duck hunt when I was maybe 9.  He gave me a single shot .410 for some early gun safety and training and was stunned when I dropped a green wing in the decoys.  Unfortunately, my shooting has only gone downhill since then.

What is the best hunting/fishing advice you have received?  You can spend as much money on fancy hunting gear and guns as you want, but if you don’t put serious time in the woods, prepare to be disappointed.  Hunting is the great equalizer. A $2000 custom rifle will do the same thing as your grandpa’s venerable Springfield .30-06 if you know how to use it. 

How many Honey Holes have you lost to ex’s?  I’ve lost more spots during the courting stage of a relationship than the dating stage.  Hormones are rushing, you’re trying to ensure a good time so you slip and go to your best fishing or hunting or gathering spot - neurons aren’t firing correctly, secrets are exposed. Seemingly they all carry write-in-the-rain notebooks in their back pockets.