For decades, Beale Lake has existed as a man-made impoundment on Dry Creek on Beale Air Force Base, but that changed in late-2020 when the US Air Force and US Fish and Wildlife Service teamed up to remove the impoundment. Dry Creek is a tributary of the Feather River, and many fish species call it home, but most importantly, the creek is a spawning trib for Chinook salmon and the endangered Central Valley Steelhead. The dam removal was prompted when it was determined that the antiquated fish ladder was not functioning as it should.
We get excited anytime we see federal agencies working together to improve fish movement and free rivers from the chokehold of out-of-date impoundments. Check out the press release below to learn more about the project!
Mark Gard, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service biologist, collects samples of sediment while surveying Beale Lake at Beale Air Force Base, California, July, 10, 2019. With the collaborations of the U.S. Air Force and the FWS, Beale Lake is being surveyed for renovations to remove its dam, helping the endangered salmon and steelhead swim upstream increasing migration. (U.S. Air Force Photo by Staff Sgt. Alexandre Montes)
Threatened fish at Beale Air Force Base, California, are reaping the benefits of a partnership between the Air Force and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.
Specialists from Beale, the Air Force Civil Engineer Center, and the USFWS recently completed a dam removal and creek restoration project there, making it easier for fish, including the Chinook salmon and federally threatened Central Valley steelhead, to travel upstream and spawn.
The Army originally built Beale Lake Dam in 1943 as a recreational spot for Soldiers. In the 1980s, the Air Force realized the dam was impacting fish travel and constructed a concrete fish ladder to try to address the issue. In 2015, the Air Force recognized the fish ladder was undersized and outdated.
“The need to address the obsolete dam and fish ladder and improve habitat conditions for sensitive fish species had long been identified as a significant goal in the installation Integrated Natural Resources Management Plan,†said Kevin Porteck, AFCEC natural resources subject matter expert. “Fortunately, in 2018, we were able to get the funding and the partnerships in place to address the issue.â€
AFCEC reached out to USFWS for its expertise. Under the Sikes Act of 1960, the two agencies regularly work together to manage, conserve and rehabilitate natural resources at Department of the Air Force installations.
“AFCEC initiated a more detailed study of this issue through a habitat assessment by USFWS fisheries biologists,†said Kirsten Christopherson, natural resources specialist for AFCEC’s western regional environmental support office, who led the dam removal project. “The study identified that there were two major barriers impeding fish passage – Beale Lake Dam and a low flow crossing that is 7.35 miles downstream from Beale AFB on private land.â€
Around the same time, a U.S. Army Corps of Engineers study found Beale Lake Dam to be in poor condition.
“Base engineers determined that the long-term maintenance of the dam, and the potential liability for the dam’s failure, presented an unacceptable risk,†Christopherson said.
Air Force engineers and natural resource managers determined it would be cheaper to remove the dam than repair it, and engaged the support of USFWS fisheries biologists.
“We removed something that wasn’t really functional for us anymore and was actually going to be a hazard,†said Tamara Gallentine, natural and cultural resources program manager at Beale.
USFWS engineers designed a new creek channel, using an area upstream of the dam as a model, and work began with draining the lake for a short period of time during the summer of 2019 in order to further study the channel. In addition to the dam removal, which was completed in October 2020, the team also implemented other aspects to assist fish migration, such as building a “rocky ramp†to help fish pass over a small natural waterfall upstream of the dam.
“The goal was to raise the water surface elevations and create a jumping pool so fish are able to navigate over the waterfall,†said Jessica Pica, a USFWS fish passage engineer who worked on the project. “We played with different slopes and dimensions to get (a ramp) that worked.â€
They also planted native vegetation, including large trees, to prevent erosion and provide shade to help maintain fish-friendly water temperatures.
“The removal of the dam, and associated outdated and ineffective fish ladder, helps to return natural processes to Dry Creek,†said Paul Cadrett, USFWS project manager for the project. “These natural processes benefit native fish by returning the ecosystem to a more natural state. This has multiple benefits to native plants and insects, as well as native fish and terrestrial animals. These ecosystem changes are exciting to see and watch as they continue to evolve.â€
The project was unique and particularly challenging compared to previous environmental projects on base, requiring construction crews with heavy equipment in a riparian area full of wildlife and coordination with multiple on- and off-base partners. The California Department of Fish and Wildlife, the Center for Environmental Management of Military Lands, and numerous volunteers provided extensive support in such areas as fish and wildlife relocation, project monitoring, and revegetation planning.
“Working with multiple agencies certainly had its challenges, but the overall benefits were realized through technical expertise, expedited environmental permitting, and public confidence in the project,†Christopherson said. “I had not been involved in a project before with so much support, excitement, and interest from Air Force leadership, engineering, and environmental, but also from regulatory agencies and local landowners.â€
The Covid-19 pandemic also brought a unique set of challenges.
“This forced everyone involved in the project to take extraordinary steps to shift from in-person meetings to the virtual meetings that have taken over all of our work and personal lives,†Cadrett said. “Service staff that designed the project are from across the United States from Alaska to Massachusetts. Everyone involved in the project had to shift and shuffle plans to cover the onsite observations in order to successfully complete the project.â€
While the project successfully restored access to six miles of historic salmonid spawning habitat, Christopherson said they would like to see the remaining barrier downstream from the base removed as well.
“The USFWS is continuing to pursue funding to implement the off-base work,†she said. “Once the off-base portions have been completed, over 13 miles of fish habitat will have been restored.â€
While the Air Force and USFWS played lead roles, several other organizations provided support and assistance as well, including the California Department of Fish and Wildlife, the National Marine Fisheries Service, the Central Valley Regional Water Quality Control Board, and USACE.
“The Air Force had a need to repair a failing dam at a high cost,†Christopherson said. “With less money, we were able to remove the dam and restore the site for the benefit of rare fish species. The project was a win-win for the Air Force, the taxpayer, and the environment.â€
The national holiday, Memorial Day, honors the men and women who paid the ultimate price while serving in the U.S. Military. Dedicating a day to memorialize these fallen heroes is the least the rest of the country can do, especially considering the challenges facing our nation’s veterans, military families, and active service members. We honor those who have passed away and thank those who continue to defend our Nation. One such way the fly fishing community can positively impact members of the armed services is through the outdoors, which is a  great place to foster community and healing. This is exactly what Trout Unlimited seeks to achieve through its Service Partnership program.
TU’s Service Partnership started in the midst of the COVID pandemic last July (2020) out of what was formerly the TU Veterans Service Partnership. Both iterations had an overarching mission: welcome those who make serious sacrifices for our country and their families into the TU community through a free one year membership with the benefits that come with a full membership. The goal being give local chapters more tools and incentives to engage with medical, fire-service, law enforcement and military communities. If you are a part of one of these communities or know someone who may be interested, here is the sign-up link,
“TU’s Service Partnership is a source of camaraderie, conversation, and recognition for those men and women of every gender, race or belief serving on the front lines and passionate about their communities and local watersheds,” said the Service Parnership’s Director, Mike Banaszewski. “We aim to bring those same service-oriented, culturally and racially diverse leaders into Trout Unlimited community for the long-term.â€
In addition to welcoming military members and families into the TU community, the Service Partnership works closely with Project Healing Waters Fly Fishing. Nearly 80 TU chapters run programs through agreements with PHWFF, which is dedicated to the physical and emotional rehabilitation of disabled active military service personnel and disabled veterans through fly fishing and associated activities including education and outings.
The TU Service Partnership has also hosted trips with active and retired Service members. Mike Banaszewski looked back on a recent trip: “So what do you get when a Navy veteran mixes together two Army veterans, two state troopers from different states — including one with his elementary school teacher spouse, and a fire fighter/paramedic? Apparently, you get one heck of a fishing trip. From Nov. 13-15, the Trout Unlimited Service Partnership proudly hosted its first annual steelhead trip to the Douglaston Salmon Run in beautiful Pulaski, N.Y.”
Visit the TU Service Partnership homepage for more information, or you can like the TU Service Partnership on Facebook and follow it on Instagram to stay up to date on the latest information. Thank you to all members of the Armed Services and those who sacrificed their lives to defend the United States of America.
“There’s cold beer in the cooler.†Kyle didn’t even say hello when he picked me up from the Knoxville airport, he just directed me to the PBR pounders in the back seat. I knew right away this was going to be a fun trip. Shirking my snow shoveling duties at home, I had flown in from the Rocky Mountains for a few days of smallmouth bass fishing in East Tennessee. Kyle was apologetic about the weather forecast (cool and rainy) and water conditions (mostly high and dirty), but I assured him that as long as it wasn’t snowing I would be happy. As I would see over the next few days, there are a lot of options for fishing in the area, which allows anglers to work around adverse conditions.
From the airport we went straight to the local fly shop, 3 Rivers Angler, to meet up with Kyle’s buddy Allen who owns the shop. I grabbed a couple more beers from the cooler and opened the door to the shop. The door handles were butt sections of old fly rods, which I thought was pretty cool. We were greeted first by the shop dog, a Plott hound named Brownlow. He’s named after Brownlow Newman, a local steamboat captain who lived in the early 1900s. We were then greeted by the shop rats, nice kids but I can’t remember their names. Allen was running late, apparently, he had gotten lost while jogging on some trails in his own neighborhood.
Kyle and I made a quick run to the store for some essentials; pimento cheese sammies, imitation krab sushi, and some more beers. Sadly, the deli was out of fried chicken. Back at the fly shop, a couple of cold ones later a Tundra pulling a Towee jet boat skidded into the parking lot. I shook hands with Allen, we bullshitted a bit, then it was off to the fishing grounds for the rest of the evening.
Twenty minutes outside of town, up one of the forks of the Tennessee River, we turned off of a two-lane country road and pulled up to a locked gate. This was another good sign. Bonus, Allen found the right key in his truck. As we were launching the boat, it became clear that the smallmouth fishing was not going to be great. The water was high and muddy. The boys were loading up the boat though, so I didn’t ask any questions and just offered to help.
After motoring downriver for a mile or two we came to a fishy section with some structure. Visibility was about 8 inches, but the texture of the water indicated features that we could not see. We pulled out a couple 7 weights with sinking lines and white streamers, and I was informed that I would be fishing for skipjacks, or Tennessee tarpon. It only took a little while of dredging before I felt a tug, tried my best to strip set, and caught a half-pound fish. Turns out skipjacks are a kind of herring and they’re pretty fun to catch on a fly rod. They eat, they jump, and they pull a little bit. They are, indeed, like an itty bitty tarpon.
We drifted downstream, slowed down by a drag chain and ferrying with the trolling motor, catching fish. Allen put a couple of skipjacks on circle hooks and drifted them out in the current, hoping to catch a big striper. That’s when I realized why we had two spinning rods and some crab floats in the boat with us. Three fly lines swinging around a 17 ft boat is asking for trouble.
I made a good cast tight to the left bank above a long jam. My fly line got tangled on my stupid GoPro and my stupid chest mount and the fly sank as I tried to gain control again. As soon as I got the slack out of my line it went tight with something heavy on the end. Definitely not a skipjack. It was a freaking buffalo. The fish, not the one with hooves. It fought like a wet sock, but I got a kick out of it because they’re native, I’d never caught one before, and I had no idea they would eat a Clouser minnow. I also did not know how slimy they were, like hardhead catfish slimy.
We said goodbye to the buffalo, caught a few more skipjacks, Kyle caught a white bass, and Allen fruitlessly dual-wielded his spinning rods until the sun was behind the bluffs. When there was no more light, Allen trimmed the outboard down and Brownlow took up his station on the bow, ears flapping like heron wings as we jetted back to the ramp. I had a steak for dinner, Kyle and I grabbed a hotel room and got some shuteye.
The next morning was everything I had been hoping for. 65 degrees, sunny, mild humidity, no W, and best of all it wasn’t snowing. After another 20-minute drive up the other fork of the Tennessee River, we pulled up to another locked gate. Sweet. The put-in was rated black diamond, and with the help of a controlled skid the boat was soon in the water.
We went upstream with the trolling motor and checked out the scene. It was good. Low, clear water. Fish were rising to mayflies in the main channel. On the shallow flats we could see carp, buffalo, drum, smallmouth bass, trout, gar, catfish, and redhorse suckers.
We pulled out our 7 weights with intermediate lines and white streamers and started flogging away. It wasn’t long before I had a tug and pulled a bass out of a deep slot. It was just a little guy, but it felt good. I hadn’t caught a smallmouth in about 10 years. As we drifted down the river I squeezed a few more bass, some a little bigger, and generally had a fine time in the sunshine on a boat with good people. Notably, I learned that smallmouth bass will follow feeding carp and buffalo, just like permit on rays. I saw it happen, didn’t catch the bass, though.
We had been casting at the carp and buffalo, mostly for entertainment and not really expecting them to eat the fly. Half-way through the day we bumped into two carp on river right in shallow water, a dark fish in front and a light one behind. I had on a micro game changer and threw it in their general direction. The light fish turned on it immediately. Not aggressively, but sort of casually. I squatted down a little bit, bent at the waist and wiggled my little streamer as temptingly as I could. The carp followed about 6 feet, I saw him open his mouth and eat the fly, and I engaged the strippiest strip set that I could muster. We connected, had a fine tussle, and a few minutes later Kyle scooped that carp up in the net, my first one on a streamer.
We celebrated with beers all around and moseyed our way downstream, catching bass from logs, snags, ledges, and holes, and not catching a lot of other fish. We killed the pimento cheese sandwiches and polished off the krab sushi. Brownlow bayed at cows and muskrats, as a good Plott hound does. It all just felt right.
The conversation slowed a little as the sun got closer to the treeline. Allen raised the trolling motor and trimmed the outboard down. Brownlow took his spot on the bow and spread his ears out, soaring his way back to the ramp. Our work wasn’t done yet, though. We still had two more days of fishing and we had to figure out what we were going to do and where we were going to do it. That’s not as simple as it sounds when there is so much water in the area with so many different opportunities to poke a fish in the face. I didn’t stress about it, though. I let my hosts figure that out for me. I was just glad it wasn’t snowing.
“You’re going to do what?†Said the National Park Ranger in Yellowstone after I had just told him of my objective to circumnavigate Yellowstone Lake on a standup paddleboard. Right when he said that with raised eyebrows, my peripheries caught the other two ranger’s attention enough for them to turn around, distracted by what they were doing, to see exactly what I was. Knowing almost instantly at that moment that the trip was to be special. They slapped me in front of a television screen for a safety video, inspected my board for any sort of invasive aquatic insects or parasites, and handed me my permit. Still with enough disbelief, the ranger sent me on my way and told me to, “Take a hike you crazy paddler!†and off I went.
I had to drive about ten miles to the other side of the lake for my start. Logically, it made more sense to start at Sedge Bay versus the marina where I got my permit. Spread out over three days and two nights at backcountry wilderness sites, I planned between 20 and 30-mile days.
Leaving from Sedge Bay, my first campsite was 19.5 miles from the trailhead where the car was parked, down in the southeast arm of the lake. The lake itself has 110 miles of lakeshore. With three islands that soak up some of those miles. So in theory, I’ll paddle about 90-100 miles. Packed up and strapped in with the bugle of a distant elk as a literal starting gun for the paddle, I jumped on my board and began stroking Yellowstone Lake, the largest alpine lake in North America, and quickly learned an inland sea.
Yellowstone Lake is the caldron of the sleeping Yellowstone super volcano. A high lake sitting at 7,732 feet, spooning the Continental Divide. Making it a special one for exploration, adventure, and most importantly, habitat.
Many species of the greater Yellowstone complex not only utilize, but call the park and lakeshore home. Aquatic birds, bald eagles, elk, moose, deer, otter, porcupine, grizzly and black bear, and wolves all need this lake to thrive. The food chain can almost be seen as the miles of shore began to be viewed in my aforementioned rearview mirror of my 12’0†inflatable SUP.
With conditions being the definition of perfection, the sheet glass and crystal clear waters offered excitement and joy I had yet to channel in quite some time. Just smiling with every paddle, knowing almost full well that I may be the first to attempt a solo circumnavigation of the lakes 110 miles.
As the miles of shore began clocking away like an odometer in a car, the waters of each bay offered clarity but not quantity. The main goal of the trip was to of course see and paddle each mile of lakeshore in total. But the main reason was to fulfill my other passion of fly fishing. With hopes of hooking into one of the giant Yellowstone cutthroat trout the lake was once famous for. However, about half way through the first day of nearly twenties miles, not a single fish had been spotted or seen rising on a lake literally buzzing with life.
The lake is considered by biologists as the headwaters or natural watershed of the Yellowstone cutthroat. In the early 90’s, a fisherman caught a lake trout in Yellowstone Lake, an illegally introduced specie. At first they didn’t present any immediate danger. However, over time the lake trout had out competed the native cutthroat and the significant numbers of the native trout dwindled while the lake trout flourished. An unforeseen event that has now become a problem not only in Yellowstone Lake, but other waters around the park.
The park service did not know about the predation until it was almost too late. But now significant and drastic efforts are being made to eradicate the lake trout with strict enforcement to public fishing, forcing the catch to their death. Every lake trout caught mush be killed and every cutthroat released. Brutal, but necessary to hopefully restore cutthroat to their original numbers.
But even as I came and passed my half way mark of the day without a single visual of a fish, the hopes were high as I planned my first night out under the stars at the mouth of the Yellowstone River. A hot bed of habitat for trout, birds, and insects.
With my stomach growling, I knew I had to pull ashore and take a lunch break. The eastern shore of the lake boasted forested lines mixed with different geology around almost every bay. The downed trees washed up from shore created wonderful structure for all sorts of creatures to watch an insect fly by or possibly a mouse to scurry out of at night. Wildflowers painted the forest floor and lakeshore unlike any artist I’ve seen. Bright pink fireweed mixed with little blues and oranges invited me in to my own private beach where an antler of an elk lay submerged just offshore. The place certainly has its own signature, unlike any other paddle I’ve done.
A very gentle breeze began and oddly enough, was a tailwind. The park service assured me the primary wind direction on the lake was typically out of the southwest. So it was strange that I had a northwest wind pushing me down the shore and ultimately to my site for the first night.
My sighting of the first and only bear of the trip happened. It jumped into the lake for a swim until it saw me coming and bolted back to shore and disappeared into the forest. I thought for certain that the silence and stealth of the SUP would make a great platform for viewing wildlife. Sadly, my sightings of wildlife were either distant or non-existent.
With my campsite 100 yards away, both my bones and muscles hurting, I did end up seeing five fish for the remainder of the day as well as that to match for those rising that evening. 20 miles of lakeshore, five fish.
So if you could imagine after setting up camp and eating something that the sight of so few fish brought me little to no excitement to go about setting up the fly rod and giving it a go. Tried for an hour before sunset to find footsteps of a grizzly bear to be the only reward for the day’s efforts fishing.
The next day started off with something bazaar, wind. The wind is notorious on this lake. The purpose to wake early was to paddle as far as possible before eleven in the morning then hope and pray the projected weather forecast holds true. The wind rips up from Idaho, through the Snake River valley after getting funneled and increasing while it also comes up the Wind River range and narrows further. Creating a virtual shotgun effect from sheet glass to white caps and small craft advisory conditions. And while being at altitude also makes it a peetry dish before the appetizer for a blow dryer.
But long story short, my 630 departure and second longest day of the trip, the hopes weren’t at all-time highs on the day’s enjoyment scale from early morning gusts. The wind however was roaring southeast and gave me a side push as I paddled up the west side of the southeast arm. With arrival on the south arm and a breathless lake surface to be greeted with.
Conditions remained excellent and the time flew by. I saw a heard of elk way off in a distant valley already running away from me. A curious porcupine was just roaming the shore probably like it does everyday. And while enjoying the splendor of nature and the sheer joy of paddling remote bays all to myself, I somehow arrived at my campsite for the night around three in the afternoon.
Just glassy conditions all day as I ripped across the lake, set up camp, and hesitantly set up the fly rod, again with little hope as for the entire day, a 33 mile day, viewing just a single fish.
The campsite however had outstanding views situated just east of the West Thumb Geyser Basin. The next day was to be the longest day of the trip and sadly the windiest. Now I don’t know what windy means after the last two days but the hopes were high as the projected direction was southwest, a tailwind.
So I welcomed the early afternoon stop for the night and took advantage resting and fishing until sunset. No fish again, and even jumped on the paddleboard and paddled up and down from camp, casting the shore with no luck or sighting. The site titled, “Ravine,†was situated about 20 feet up from shore with a vantage point for a fire pit. All camping must be done a minimum of 100 feet from water and was nestled in the trees with the depths of Yellowstone’s forests directly behind it. Had an evening fire and watched the sunset with afterglow glissoning the lake, without a single ripple even from the rise of a summertime trout.
The following morning beckoned with sheet glass conditions and a fire sunrise. Nearby fires had caused some smoke to drift in causing the sun to turn bright red with its rise for the day. A quick cup of coffee and off I went to take advantage of the morning bliss and the day’s goal of reaching the car.
I made it to the western shore of the lake after the West Thumb just in time for the wind to start pushing me north to my car and to the greatest abundance of cutthroat for the entire trip. All clustered near the shore on the sandy pits between vegetation and stone about ten feet deep. I’d be able to get a quick glance of them before they’d dart off to a distant patch of sand disappearing into the abyss. Camouflaging wonderfully, never to be seen again.
The lovely tailwind grew in strength and certainly exceeded the day’s forecast. Yet I was smiling, a few bays away, I could see my car. However the drawback was that I was literally shattered with exhaustion from the near 40-mile day with five more to go. With each of the last bays being more and more angled to become a headwind, I had no other option but to begin zig-zagging my way like a sailboat would tacking against the wind and finally back to my car. I stepped foot onto where I started two days previous, giggling.
There wasn’t any obvious highlight other than just achieving the circumnavigation of the lake. But as much of a success it was, the goal of seeing an abundance of cutthroat trout in far untouched corners of the lake, barely accessible by man was disheartening. Having paddled nearly 100 miles of lakeshore and to only witness 14 fish, catching and landing one, was troublesome. Now perhaps it’s late in the season and the fish are down deep and out of sight. Perhaps their camouflage worked so well that my gas station polarized sunglasses and 20/20 vision didn’t see them. Perhaps I am a terrible angler and need to work on my technique. Or maybe that yes, it is great that I even saw the fish I did and should be grateful for that.
Ultimately though, let’s hope and help the park service if possible, and if so we may see the abundance of Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout once again flourish in giant numbers in Yellowstone Lake. Being a literal keystone species to every living thing in Yellowstone National Park. If the cutthroat fail to rebound, it will only be a matter of time before we begin to see other species in Yellowstone decline.
Article and photos from Sean Jansen, an avid angler and writer based in Bozeman, Montana. Follow along with his adventures at @jansen_journals.
Water quality issues remain one of the most pressing and unifying topics in Florida. The state relies on its natural environments and healthy coastlines for vibrant tourism and outdoor recreation economies. Many readers may remember the devastating algal blooms that plagued Florida in 2018 and the countless other “lost summers.” Beaches were shut down due to the respiratory issues red tide causes for people, tourists canceled trips, and high-volume fish kills were experienced on both coasts. This year, Florida’s coasts and waterways are already experiencing harmful algal blooms, and the stage is set for another destructive summer.
Generally speaking, South Florida’s water issues stem from nutrient pollution from large-scale agriculture and decades of water mismanagement. Each year when Lake Okeechobee’s levels get too high, managers are forced to discharge this nutrient-rich (in the bad, polluting sense) water to the east and west through the Caloosahatchee and St. Lucie Rivers, respectively. This polluted water fuels harmful algal blooms (HABs), fish kills, habitat destruction, poses serious risks to human health, and devastates Florida’s economies. The solution is known and has been known for decades: Â send more water south and hold the polluters accountable.
In recent weeks, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) released satellite imagery showing two-thirds of Lake Okeechobee, or 500 square miles, covered in blue-green algae (a type of toxic Cyanobacteria). In addition, red tide events, while not at incredibly high levels yet, are already occurring. This current situation is a recipe for disaster that looks eerily similar to the devastating 2018 red tides, which inflicted hardship and environmental destruction on both of Florida’s coasts.
The reality of the situation is an unfortunate one. There is not really anything that can be done at this point to prevent a worst-case scenario. If heavy rains come, discharges will happen and send toxic, algae water to the coasts. Deadly and economically costly red tides will most likely follow. However, if rains are lower than anticipated, Florida’s coasts may be spared.
Which brings up the decades old question: why can’t we fix the underlying problems? This is where the public, and the fly fishing community, can be impactful. Securing federal funding for Everglades restoration would improve southernly flows and benefit several ecosystems. Additionally, influencing the Lake Okeechobee System Operating Manual (LOSOM), which guides the Army Corps of Engineers’ management of Lake O, could prioritize a balanced, precautionary management regime.
“We’re basically at the mercy of mother nature at this point because the Corps didn’t implement effective strategies to lower the lake and send water south during this past dry season,” Captain Daniel Andrews, Executive Director of Captains for Clean Water, said. “So, one way or another, the writing is mostly on the wall for this year, and with a higher-than-normal lake and toxic cyanobacteria blooms covering the lake, we’re not excited about what’s in store for the summer. Hopefully, our worries don’t turn into realities, but we shouldn’t have to hope.” So, en lieu of an act of God–no rain, during the rainy season–the most impactful ways anglers can protect these amazing coastal fisheries and habitats is by pressuring politicians and regulators for the long game–more on that below.
Red Tide and Harmful Algal Blooms
Algae occurs naturally in marine environments and, in many cases, is a major component in ocean food webs. Within the scientific community there is still many unknowns with HABs. However, there is general consensus that algae blooms are intensified and prolonged by a myriad of human-caused factors. “Increased nutrient loadings and pollution, food web alterations, introduced species, water flow modifications and climate change all play a role.” In addition, HABs can produce toxins and effects that are harmful to humans, fish, shellfish, marine mammals, and birds. Other types of algal blooms which may not be toxic can have adverse environmental impacts by affecting oxygen levels and smothering other marine organisms.
In the case of Florida, red tide and blue-green algae are the most common and well known HABs. Both are closely connected to human activities and years of mismanagement. Red tide occurs in saltwater environments and is composed of a type of algae called Karenia brevis. This form of algae generally blooms offshore and moves inshore with winds and tides. Nutrient-loaded water partly from the Caloosahatchee River and Lake Okeechobee then fuels the red tide, intensifying its impact. The 2018 red tide “killed some 452 sea turtles, nearly 100 manatees, 11 dolphins and tons of fish, according to the FWC.”  The impact to humans can be significant, with respiratory and neurological complications associated with brevotoxins produced by K. brevis. Further, “red tides are estimated to cause more than $20 million in tourism-related losses in Florida each year.”
Microcystis, also known as blue-green algae, on the other hand, takes hold in freshwater and is commonly found in Lake Okeechobee, the Caloosahatchee, and St. Lucie Rivers. The ongoing blue-green algae bloom took hold in Lake O due to excessive nutrient levels in the water (75% of which coming from industrial agriculture runoff) and warm water temperatures. Blue-green algae thrives in these conditions and can explode, choking out entire ecosystems (not just in Lake O) and producing dangerous toxins for humans.
Paul Cox, a toxic algae scientist, said “[blue-green algae] can be nasty, dangerous stuff.” During the 2018 algae crisis, “We received calls from concerned citizens and some post-mortem tissue from their animals who’d fallen in,†he said. “In the worst case, high levels of microcystin [a byproduct of blue-green algae] can cause death of a dog by basically dissolving its liver in as short as about 30 minutes.â€
In the summer of 2018, Florida experienced one of the most toxic and devastating algal blooms in its long history of water crises. That summer, everything that could go wrong did.
Lake Okeechobee was already relatively high going into the spring of 2018, as a result of Hurricane Irma. So, when Florida received nearly five times more rain that May than the historical average, water managers were forced to quite literally open the floodgates and begin high-volume discharges to the west and east coasts. These discharges sent nutrient loaded water covered in blue-green algae into the Caloosahatchee and St. Lucie Rivers, fueling a long-lasting and destructive environmental disaster with red tides on both coasts.
The terrible 2018 red tide inflicted more than $8 million in business losses and killed more than 200 tons of marine life.
The Lake Okeechobee Connection
By now, you’ve gathered that much of South Florida’s water issues are closely tied to Lake O, its management, and the industries that rely on the lake. At 730 square miles, Lake O is the eighth largest freshwater lake in the United States. Unfortunately, Environmental devastation is a common occurrence on and because of Lake O. For example, during a 2007 drought, state officials removed thousands of tons of toxic mud, containing excessive levels of arsenic and pesticides–both known carcinogens–from the lake. Many of the ongoing environmental issues in Lake O are caused by the large-scale agriculture and sugar industries surrounding the lake.
The sugar industry represents a powerful and influential voice in Florida. For years they have secured management regimes and regulations that benefit their industry and profit margins but have grave consequences for Florida’s diverse terrestrial and aquatic ecosystems. Big sugar’s impact dates back to the early 20th century, when wetlands south of Lake O were drained—the headwaters of the Everglades. Then roughly 50 years later, the region’s sugar cane farmers formed a farming cooperative, which has grown tremendously in size and influence. In the last 20 years, big sugar has donated tens of millions of dollars to Florida Politicians. That influence has played a role in Florida’s water issues and slowing large-scale everglades restoration.
Big sugar’s impact on Florida’s water is multifaceted and complex. For one, they disrupted the natural southernly flow of freshwater, which filtered the water and maintained healthy salinity levels in Florida Bay and the Everglades. These renowned estuaries have suffered and lost tens of thousands of acres of sea grasses as a result of these water issues. In addition, big sugar, which is a intensive crop, lobbies the Army Corps of Engineers, whom oversees Lake O management, to keep the lake’s levels high during the growing season. This practice is precautionary for the sugar industry but incredibly troublesome for clean water and the coasts. High lake levels supply sugar farmers with water to irrigate their crops when rainfall is less than optimal. However, when rains do come, the Corps is forced to lower the lake to account for the incoming volume of water through harmful discharges. These discharges send polluted and algae laden freshwater directly into coastal rivers and estuaries.
Captain Daniel Andrews of Captains for Clean Water simplified this idea by comparing Lake O to a bathtub: “If you have a bathtub that is clogged with hair and soap, it’s going to drain slowly. So let’s say someone takes a bath and pulls the drain, but then another person immediately jumps in to take a shower. That tub is most likely going to overflow. That’s what happens to Lake O during the rainy season; the lake’s levels get too high, prompting discharges to the east and west.” Following with this metaphor, Daniel likened a roto-rooter (a device used by plumbers to clear clogged drains) to Everglades restoration, as both are the only long-term effective solutions to the respective problems.
The Precarious Current Scenario
Today, Florida’s coasts are staring down the barrel of a large caliber rifle loaded with excessive nutrients and mats of blue-green algae. Many of those same factors that contributed to the terrible 2018 red tide season are in place now, and in some cases greater than that year. Lake O water levels are similar to back in 2018, fluctuating around 13 feet. Blue-green algae has already taken a strangle hold on Lake O and many of the connected waterways. Red tide continues increase in Southwest Florida. And, NOAA scientists predict “a 60% chance of an above-normal [hurricane] season.”
Earlier this month, “satellite imagery for Lake Okeechobee showed extensive blue-green algae coverage, resembling the 2018 situation when nearly 90% of the lake was covered. The most recent May 18th imagery was partially obscured, but still showed moderate to high bloom potential on 20% of the lake. More recently, Calusa Waterkeeper, a local water quality advocacy group, found high concentrations of cyanobacteria in the Caloosahatchee River. The group found levels at Franklin Lock to be “1628 [times greater than] the EPA guideline of 8 ppb.” So, presumably, the Lake O blue-green algae and nutrient-rich water is already having a concerning impact on the Caloosahatchee and is heading to the west coast.
Over the past several months, Florida authorities detected red tide throughout the state’s west coast–albeit not in widespread concentrations, yet. According to the most recent Florida Red Tide report, high concentrations of red tide exist in Lee and Collier counties. Fish kills were reported in Manatee, Lee, and Collier counties. However, discharges and presence of algae to the east coast have been minimal at this current point. But again, when the heavy rains come, both coasts could be affected.
“What we have now,” said Daniel Andrews, “is a dining room table with a bunch of breakable plates and glasses, and someone is getting ready to do the tablecloth trick. Sure, it could end well; but more than likely, most of the items will be shattered.” That’s the general sentiment with the red tide outlook this year. The Sunshine State might get lucky with little rain, and even favorable winds and tides can play a significant role. Or the rain will follow historical trends and dump over the summer, filling Lake O and prompting the harmful discharges.
These harmful discharges at Lake Okeechobee have devastating effects on South Florida’s ecosystems. @CaptainsforCleanWater
Every summer does not need to be dominated by fear of toxic algae blooms invading Florida’s coasts.
Long-Term Solutions for Chronic Water Issues
There are solutions. Even though red tides and blue-green algae are naturally occurring, they are substantially worsened by human actions, namely nutrient pollution and disrupted natural hydrologic systems. So, first and foremost, limiting the amount of nutrients and pollutants that enter waterways and holding offenders accountable will go a long way toward improving South Florida’s waterways and defending against HABs. However, that does not address the underlying issues of restoring the natural flow of freshwater.
Returning the consistent, natural, southernly flows of freshwater from Lake O are fundamental to fully restoring the Everglades. That is the primary goal of the Comprehensive Everglades Restoration Plan (CERP). Authorized by Congress in 2000, CERP is a $10.5 billion project to restore the Everglades by 2035. Originally intended to be funded equally by the state and federal government, Florida has spent more than two and a half times more money than Uncle Sam.
Construction at the Everglades Agriculture Area, @SFWMD
Full Everglades restoration funding is desperately needed. Today, that opportunity has never been more realistic. President Biden’s upcoming “infrastructure package is a historic opportunity to make up the federal government’s deficit and fully fund all of the remaining projects,” wrote U.S. Congressmen Brian Mast (R) and Darren Soto (D) in a letter to the President.
Infrastructure negotiations are ongoing, and it seems like every day the dollar figure is getting smaller and smaller. So, your voice and input are paramount to prioritize Everglades funding in the final package. Everglades restoration most certainly meets the definition of infrastructure, carries broad bipartisan support, and has tremendous economic and environmental benefits. You can advocate for Everglades Restoration by using this easy to use form: Urge your representatives to demand full funding for all authorized Everglades restoration projects through The American Jobs Plan.
While funding these remaining Everglades projects is essential, the way Lake O is managed and operated plays an equally important role. The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers manage Lake O through the Lake Okeechobee System Operating Manual (LOSOM), which is currently going through a regularly scheduled revision. The current manual prioritizes the needs of the agriculture industries and too often burdens coastal communities. LOSOM should be balanced and precautionary in nature, to avoid the devastating high-volume discharges during the rainy season.
Whereas the Everglades infrastructure projects may take years to complete, a balanced LOSOM would benefit everyone almost immediately. “The Corps absolutely has to create a more balanced LOSOM so that we don’t have to enter into every rainy season with our fingers crossed,” Daniel said. “They have to write a plan that prioritizes sending more water south during the dry season to prevent killing the coastal estuaries with damaging discharges during the rainy season. A balanced lake management plan like that will provide massive relief to the system until longer-term infrastructure projects to send more water south—like the EAA Reservoir—can come online.â€
Stakeholders and stewards of clean water have a tremendous opportunity to influence how the Corps manages Lake O for the next ten years. Captains for Clean Water, The Everglades Foundation, Florida Department of Environmental Protection, and others recently met with Governor DeSantis to outline their requests for LOSOM. Governor DeSantis then urged the Corps “to improve lake management to make more beneficial releases and send more water south during Florida’s dry season and to allow for flexibility to avoid harmful discharges in Florida’s northern estuaries.”
The overarching idea is to reduce the harmful discharges by sending more water south during the dry season and providing more capacity during the rainy season. To use Daniel’s bathtub metaphor, an ideal LOSOM would translate to pulling the drain the night before you wanted to take a shower in the morning, because you know the pipes are clogged and drain slowly. That precautionary approach was more or less implemented in 2019 and 2020–years that were not marred by high levels of devastating algae. However, despite pleas by countless advocacy groups, concerned individuals, and Florida authorities the Corps failed to adequately prepare the lake for the rainy season.
The devastating high-volume Lake O discharges need to be avoided at all costs. The idea that Lake O should be low enough to adequately handle an influx of rainfall during the rainy season is not rocket science.
As you may have gathered, this may be a challenging summer for Southern Florida. Be sure to keep an eye out for updates and ways to help. Groups like Captains for Clean Water will certainly be on the ground this summer to provide updates and ways to help, in addition to the infrastructure and LOSOM action items linked above. Florida’s fisheries are too important ecologically and economically to sacrifice for poor management and big sugar’s greed.
Thanks to Captains for Clean Water for their help and all the work they do to protect South Florida’s coastal resources.
I am a novice tyer, at best. I’ve been at it for a couple of years, but only recently have I been able to spend any real-time learning the techniques. I really have no business entering any fly tying contests.Â
That said, I watch a lot of YouTube videos and saw one about the contest and had an idea. Thought it might be fun/funny to enter the dry fly – mayfly category with a bit of a novelty fly.
Perhaps a stacked double mayfly spinner with a fused tail and a few liberties around color and segmentation might look a bit like a syringe. (i.e. the vaccine.)
Also, I know you can’t see it, the thing that makes this fly super fishy (HA!) is the gold holographic flashabou that wraps the bottom half of the bug. It’s there to represent the vaccine itself.
The dudes over at the Slide Inn very kindly gave it the award for “The Most Creative Packaging,† 7:35ish. Funny though… they never really mentioned the fly.
THE FLY RECIPE
Hook: TMC 5212 – Size 10
Thread: UTC 70 Denier – white
Tail (the needle): 3 Mayfly tails – Medium dun (head cemented together to form the needle)
Underbody (the vaccine): Gold Holographic Flashabou (I know you can’t see it, but what good is the syringe without the vaccine?)
Body (syringe): White Superfine dubbing, Wire 1 (needle to syringe connection), UTC Ultra Wire – Red SM, Wire 2 (syringe measurements), UTC Ultra Wire – Black XS
Back Wing: White McFlylon (19 strands – you get it?)
GTs will eat just about anything that moves, plain and simple. From eating birds mid-air, to flip flops and epic topwater eats, these fish are epic to watch do their thing. This latest video of GT action comes from some Australian anglers who were skating around an RC boat behind their boat when a pack of fish decided they wanted to try and kill it. The video is nuts, so enjoy.
In this Video of the Week, we head back to the Salt to catch up with Tides N’ Tails in their newest video “End of the Road.” Tides N’ Tails is a “Marshgrass manifesto” contriving of everything and anything that swims and eats within the marsh. Junior Delatorre, Caden Lloyd, and Captain Rob Alexander head down to Louisiana from South Carolina to target big redfish and black drum on the fly. Junior states that “Louisiana has been on his list of places to go to for quite some time. You wonder when you go there if it will live up to those expectations. It seems like the water and the people are so much more connected. Even the homes mesh into the marsh, it looks like what dreams are made of.” So sit down and tune in as the boys get a proper welcome to the Louisiana marsh.
For the past 10 years, the Cheeky Schoolie Tournament has been an event glued on our calendars. For many anglers, it marks the beginning of their surf striper season, and for others, it’s a chance to gather with fellow striper fanatics on the Cape before the full season begins on Memorial Day Weekend when the beaches fill up with sunbathers and crowds.
This year’s tournament was special. Not only did it mark the 10th anniversary of the event, it was also the first in-person fishing event we’d attended since the tournament was delayed last year in the wake of the initial COVID-19 outbreak. Unfortunately for those eagerly anticipating the usual pre- and after-parties, we’ll have to wait until the 2022 tourney to hang out and enjoy the event’s signature Dale’s Pale Ale and hilarious live raffle drawings.
Photo from @ClinchyCreative
Media Day
I arrived on the Cape a few days early to dial in a few fishing spots and tides, and to attend the Media Day on the Friday before the tournament. We started the day in the Mecca of American marine research, Woods Hole, for a presentation from Dr. Robert Max Holmes on his Science on the Fly program and to hear from the Buzzards Bay Coalition about their efforts to restore Salter Brook Trout habitat on the Cape.
From there we shoved off and headed to the Falmouth Rod and Gun Club to see one of the Salter stream restoration projects. This project was easily one of the largest scale stream restorations this writer had ever seen, and if their plan works, a beautiful piece of anadromous brookie water will surely be the result.
Photo from @ClinchyCreative
From there, our group headed to West Dennis Beach where Sascha and Dr. Andy Danylchuk awaited to show us how their Keep Fish Wet release studies are done. As we all walked up to their presentation after a lobster roll lunch, the pair had a mid-twenty-inch striper in a net pen to demonstrate on. They walked us through how their accelerometer works to track fish stress post-release and attached the device to the striper via an easy-release velcro strip. They attach the device to a free-spooling heavy fishing rod so they can easily remove the device after they have enough data on the release, freeing the fish with a firm tug on the rod. Keep Fish Wet’s goal is to reduce the mortality rate of fish post-release to nearly zero by improving fish handling practices. Be sure to keep your eyes peeled for our upcoming feature on their efforts.
Photo from @ClinchyCreative
We also got to hear from the ASGA and Stripers Forever about their current efforts to protect and conserve the future of the striped bass as the nation’s striper stock surpasses a 25-year low. Flylords Conservation Editor, Will Poston, spoke on behalf of ASGA and their work to promote the proper management of our striped bass stock.
You can read more about their work in his coverage of striper regulations, here.
After the final presentations wrapped up, the gathered crew of wadered-up fishy folks scattered across the cape to take advantage of the evening tide, and try to get their game plans together for the next day’s tournament action.
Photo from @ClinchyCreative
Tournament Day Through the Eyes of Flylords-Own Nate Holmes:
As Flylords resident New Englander, the Cheeky tourney is an event that I look forward to every year. I get to show the crew around my home waters on Cape Cod and chase after some of my favorite fish in the ocean with some of my favorite people. The main goal for this year; find some fish and beat my dad and little sister, who somehow found a way to beat my friend and me last year.Â
Our day started on a flat near the mouth of an estuary during an ebbing tide, so naturally, we were feeling pretty good. Anyone who fishes for Striped Bass knows that when water flushes out of an estuary into even more fishy water, good things tend to happen. From talking with other teams after the tournament was over, it sounded like finding a solid amount of baitfish was a struggle, so we got lucky as this flat was covered with small sandeels. Within about 30 minutes of the tournament starting, I was tight to the first fish of the day, a solid 25†Bass that slurped down a small flatwing. After measuring and releasing this fish, we were off to a strong start, giving us hope that many more scoring fish were to come. As it turns out, there weren’t, at least not immediately.
I guess that system hadn’t fully warmed up yet because apart from that first fish, we only came across one other small bass which was only about 10†long. Landon and I ended up hopping in my dad’s pickup with the man himself and my sister (who were fishing the tournament together) and headed to another nearby spot. This spot was a super fishy cut way up behind a harbor, where fish seemingly piled up on the bottom and never left. Very shortly after arriving, I plopped my fly down near a dock piling only to be quickly scooped up by another healthy 25†Striper. By this point, if we could find two more 25-inchers, we would have a respectable score. We plucked through quite a few more small Bass, and Landon picked up a solid 20†fish. This put us at 70†of measurable (20â€+) fish on the day, and we still had room for one more on the scorecard.
After a seemingly endless amount of small Stripers, we packed up and decided to meet up with the rest of the Flylords crew. We threw some flies around a harbor channel and picked up a few small Bass and a couple of Flounder, which was an entertaining surprise.
After lunch, we tried a couple more spots with little luck, so we still needed one 20+ inch fish to fill out the scorecard, something Landon and I had never done in past Cheeky Tourneys. We decided to hit the same spot where we started the day, my confidence spot.
The sun was up, and the wind was howling, making our Hail Mary play of the day a tough one. We met Poston and his teammate Luke down on the beach and headed out into uncharacteristically nasty surf. By the time we reached the sandbar, we had about an hour of tournament left, and we still needed our last fish. While the elements seemed to have been working against us, I felt good and was confident that this was our best shot at filling out the scorecard.
Photo by Rich Malloy
After about 30 minutes of bombing our flies into the strong headwind while waves crashed over our waders, out of nowhere my line went tight and I was on! For its size, it gave an impressive and entertaining fight. Poston and Luke were cracking up as Landon and I chased this fish all around the sandbar, just trying to land it so we could get a measurement. From what we could see, it looked like it would maybe just go 20†on the measuring board, so there was even more pressure to get this buzzer-beater fish to hand. Finally, Landon lipped the Bass and we frantically pulled out our measuring board, only to get knocked over by the crashing waves a couple of times. Eventually, we got the fish under control and snapped a picture of it on the board, 20†on the dot! Drenched, we popped the hook out and let the fish dart back into the waves.
Overall, we completed the goals we set out for; we found some solid Bass and filled out our scorecard on a day when the majority of teams struggled to find even one measurable fish, so there isn’t too much to complain about. We got to hang out with some good people, find some good fish, and we all lived to fight another day (except for Landon’s phone: taken by a wave, gone but never forgotten may it rest in peace).
Earlier this month, brothers Inmer and Rafael Rivera Tejada, 39 and 36, and their nephew Guillermo Rivera Tejada were fishing near Starved Rock State Park in Illinois when black powder near their cooking fire ignited, killing all three. According to local authorities, the men were found around 7 p.m. last Thursday about 100 yards west of the Route 178 bridge in Utica. Authorities also stated that they do not suspect foul play was involved in the incident.
“A day that was supposed to be a family fishing outing turned out to be one of nightmares and tragedy,†said the GoFundMe campaign set up to support the families of the anglers.
Attorney Tara R. Devine has speculated that the black powder could have been left over after a bridge demolition (shown in the featured video) earlier this spring and is requesting an investigation into where the blasting was conducted, and if proper clean-up was done post-demolition that could have prevented this terrible event.
Investigations are still ongoing according to the Illinois State Police.
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families of the three anglers. If you’d like to help support the families of the anglers in these trying times, please consider donating to their GoFundMe campaign.