Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Ohio's to-date fishing/hunting license sales largely uptick over their 2015 counterparts


With sales of fishing tags on the seasonal wane and those for hunting on the cusp of their seasonal commencement, the Ohio Division of Wildlife is reporting increased license sales of nearly all types.

The tally of resident annual fishing sold to-date this year numbers 583,353 while the same 2015 to-date resident fishing license sales figure was 553,739 for a 5.35 percent increase. In all, for 2015 the Wildlife Division sold 635,732 resident fishing licenses.

The increase, says one Wildlife Division official says, is largely tied with a bow directly to the fisheries gift offered by Lake Erie to its anglers though the state’s inland fisheries are pretty darn good, too.

Weather and the quality of Lake Erie fishing have always been important factors associated with good fishing license sales,” says Scott Hale, one of two agency assistant chiefs.

“Good weather patterns are certain to influence participation in our numerous inland lakes, rivers and streams, and the Ohio River, as well.” 

Up, too, so far this year is the number of non-resident annual fishing licenses. The to-date figure for these licenses stands at 34,166 whereas for the same period in 2015 the number was 31,916 for a 7.05 percent increase. Last year the Wildlife Division sold a total of 36,390 non-resident annual fishing licenses; an obvious indicator that such tag sales have crested and have begun to seasonally recede.

Up also are sales of the state’s one-day resident, one-day non-resident and three-day fishing licenses. For the first category the number rose from 3,326 one-day resident fishing licenses to 4,320 for a gain of 18.86 percent. In 2015 the Wildlife Division sold 10,667 of these permits.

As for the one-day non-resident licenses those tags climbed from the 17,682 figure in 2015 to the to-date number of 18,706 for a gain of 6.27 percent. Last year the Wildlife Division issued 29,549 such permits.

Three-day license sales also rose, though statistically by a rather insignificant number: from a to-date 2015 number of 19,144 to 19,636 thus far and for a paltry gain of just 2.57 percent. In 2015 the Wildlife Division sold 26,737 such tags.

Up as well, though of only tiny significance, have been sales of the so-called one-day resident Lake Erie fishing licenses. To-date last year just 720 of these licenses were issued compared to 734 such permits sold to-date this year. Just 1,684 of these licenses were sold.

In terms of fishing license sales the only category to experience a drop was that for the one-day non-resident Lake Erie tags. Here the to-date number fell from 7,320 to 7,352; or hardly a dent in the to-date total. Last year the Wildlife Division sold 11,649 of these tags.

Though hunting license sales typically and always take a back seat to sales of their fishing tag counterparts, there is always an uptick the closer the season arrive. And with such early seasons as those for teal, Canada geese and squirrel sales activity the various hunting permits will begin to rise shortly.

As it now stands the to-date number of resident general hunting licenses is positioned at 59,230 such documents compared to its comparable 2015 number of 58,505 such tags for a 1.29 percent rise. Last year the Wildlife Division sold 267,631 resident general hunting licenses.

Up even higher on a percentage basis – 9.3 percent, in fact – are the reduced-cost general hunting licenses sold to resident senior citizens age 66 and older and who are not eligible for free general resident hunting license. The to-date figure for this class of tags is 10,375 compared to its 2015 counterpart of 9,492. Last year the state issued 24,528 of these licenses.

There is little reason to put much stock yet in the number of general non-resident hunting licenses having been sold. The to-date number for both last year and this year are equally small when stacked up against the final total. Last year the to-date number for this category was 3,514 while this year’s to-date figure is 3,768. Last year the Wildlife Division sold 39,361 such licenses.

Without belaboring the actual figures due to their small to-date numbers and relevance are the two youth-only licenses (youth apprentice and youth hunting) as well as the general apprentice license sales. All show declines in their to-date sales but by very small percentages with equally small total figures when lined up against their respective final 2015 numbers.

Down too are the to-date figures for nearly all sales categories of deer-hunting tags. However, in some cases – such as the sale of general resident antlerless-only permits - the to-date numbers provided by the Wildlife Division are in the low triple-digit range when the agency actually sells tags totaling in the upper five-figure and even six-figure range.

Much the same applies to more than one-half of the sales of the various fall-only wild turkey hunting tags and nearly all of the various trapping permits.

Up, though, were the sales of this past season’s various spring wild turkey hunting licenses. The number of resident (adult) spring turkey hunting tag issued in 2015 was 41,876; a figure which crept up to 41,876 this year.

This rising tide of spring turkey permits helped float those sold as resident reduced cost (senior citizen) spring turkey-hunting tags along with non-resident adult spring turkey hunting tags, and youth-only spring turkey-hunting licenses.

“Part of the reason, again, was good weather during the spring turkey season, but we hope that trend continues as we move into fall,” Hale says also.

Perhaps reflecting an increase interest in shooting rifles and handguns the Wildlife Division is seeing a substantial increase in the number of shooting range permits the agency sells.

The to-date figure for sales of the Wildlife Division’s one-day shooting range permit has grown 25.64 percent; from the 11,636 such permits sold to-date in 2015 to 14,620 thus far in 2016. Last year the agency issued 31,129 such permits.

Likewise the sale of annual range permits has climbed; this figure by 14.16 percent. To-date in 2015 the number of annual tags was 7,668 whereas its 2016 counterpart is 8,754. In 2016 the Wildlife Division sold 9,894 annual range permits.

Certainly pleasing to the Wildlife Division has been sales of its official periodical “Wild Ohio” magazine. This is particularly true for the sales associated with persons buying or have bought either a hunting or fishing license. Instead of the usual $10 annual subscription price persons who buy or hold either a fishing or hunting license can also purchase an annual “Wild Ohio” subscription for $5.

In 2015 the to-date number of such $5 reduced cost subscriptions stood at 5,592. To date this year those sales are 8,445; a number which represents more subscriptions sold than for all of 2015 – 7,905 to be exact.

“We’re pleased that ‘Wild Ohio’ magazine sales have also increased compared to last year,” Hale said.

Still, “Wild Ohio” subscriptions for those persons who have not purchased a fishing or hunting license is $10 annually; and sales here have plummeted by nearly 39 percent, though actual paid subscriptions are small. Last year to-date the Wildlife Division sold 415 of the $10 annual subscriptions. To-date this year that figure stands at 255. For all of 2015 the Wildlife Division sold 1,216 “Wild Ohio” annual subscriptions at the $10 rate.

Also, the to-date sale of the $15 Legacy stamps has risen: from 1,247 in 2015 to 1,612 to-date this year. In 2015 the Wildlife Division sold 1,247 Legacy stamps.
For $15 a Legacy stamp buyer gets a copy of the collector stamp, a “window cling” associated with the stamp program, and a commemorative card. Money raised via this program goes into the agency’s Endangered Species and Wildlife Diversity Fund.


- Jeffrey L. Frischkorn
JFrischk@Ameritech.net

Saturday, July 23, 2016

A detour time-out from the outdoors via a brief brush with history

We're going to make a detour from the usual "Outdoors With Frischkorn" for the simple reason that there's really no other road for me to drive this vehicle.




I attended the recent Republican National Committee (RNC) Convention in Cleveland. Not as a delegate nor even as a journalist covering the event.




Nope I served as a volunteer, knowing that the last time the GOP held a presidential convention in Cleveland was 80 years ago. If the next time the party comes to Cleveland is 80 years from now I'll be 146 years old. It ain't going to happen.




So to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I jumped aboard, processed through the required Secret Service background check, my name daily being marked off no fewer four times (and being given different color-coded credential passes each day) before entering Quicken Loan Arena - the "Q" - made famous by being the place where the world champion Cleveland Cavilers play.




Forbidden to speak good, ill or indifferently about any candidate and not even allowed to wear so much as the tiniest of pins and buttons that would reflect support for any person or issue, the 3,000 or so volunteers were there as ambassadors for the GOP. But more importantly as representatives for Cleveland and Northeast Ohio.




We took on our responsibilities seriously; deftly brushing aside surly media members, pushy delegates and desperately confused guests and visitors.




Friend, I would tell people, if I were to be paid for this job I'd quit.




Here's my view of the activities, a sort of diary if you will of my ever-so-small brush with history.






Tuesday, July 19




I stand in awe in the presence of excellence.




Perhaps I was booted out of being just a greeter on Monday to an assignment on Tuesday because... well... maybe I became something of a pest. Or not.




The RNG professional head of volunteers - all roughly 3,000 of us - had somehow forgotten to add my name to a pair of mandatory check-off lists that one must go through in order to do this, that or the other thing at the RNG's convention in Cleveland, which runs through tomorrow. Or I think it's tomorrow. I didn't get out of the "Q" until 11 p.m. after pulling a nine-hour shift and didn't arrive at home until - oh - about 2 a.m.




But I digress.




At the last station and well inside the Security Zone is what I call the "Castle," which is surrounded by a moat of streets that are heavily patrolled by knights dressed in dull technical black.  We don't pay much attention anymore to their existence. They've pretty much become white background noise. Though as volunteers we understand the protocols to help ensure that we're not thrown to the ground with a serious-looking black Labrador retriever or German shepherd standing over us.




Shoot, there I go again digressing. Sorry.




Anyway, with what I thought for sure was an evil grin the professional head of the volunteers winked, nodded and directed an assistant to tether me and lead the way to the "Q's" "Guest Services" desk, which happens also to be this week's RNG guest services' help desk.


I
t sits outside one of the stairways that overlooks the building's floor and somewhat facing the massive platform from which the Party's presumptive presidential nominee Donald Trump won't be any longer the party's presumptive nominee. That will come on Thursday and if I'm lucky I'll sneak in for a second and watch a few seconds from the elevated perch.




No selfies, though, with Trump or with anyone else. That's one of the strict Cider House rules for volunteers. Besides, I really don't want a German shepherd and its all-too-serious Secret Service handler lording over my prostrate TASERED body.




Besides, I can pretty much assure you that the RNG's Guest Services desk will remain both open for business and more than a little busy. If Tuesday's preliminaries were any indication. Then again, I was told that Tuesday was something of a slow night compared to Monday night.




Oy vey.




Immediately the roving gangs of politicians, delegates, guests and media members pulled up to our quay and began peppering us with questions, wants, needs, pleadings, beggings, and close to demands; especially by media members. (Where are those German shepherds when you need them the most?)




I felt overwhelmed because I WAS overwhelmed. Indeed, I sort of - and kind of-  thought I was being punished. Maybe rightfully so.

However, a not-so-large core platoon of folks was here before I arrived. In all, four women that included three RNG volunteers that featured one tech-savvy intern plus a "Q" staffer who pretty much owns this cubicle venue throughout the building's entire year's worth of events. Including the RNC Convention.




Immediately the blur and flurry of varied needs began lapping at the desk. "A wheelchair is needed at such-and-such place," "We're all out of paper towels in the (deleted, but insert "politician's" here) suite;" "where's the nearest phone charger?" (Look to your left. ATT has them all over the place); "Where's Section 121?" (Look behind you.); "My wife broke the heel of her high heels. Do you have something she can wear for the rest of the night?" (As a matter of fact, yes, as the "Q" employee said she's always prepared with al sort of needs); Have a band-aide?" (Yep); Do you have a convention speaker schedule I can look at?" (Er, no. You'd think so but that's not the case. So I ran one off to use today if I get posted again at Guest Services. Nuts, there I go digressing again. Sorry); "Where do I go to board my bus back to my hotel? I'm a delegate?" (Ah, look just to your right.;) "My credential lanyard broke, do you have an extra?" (Ma'm we have a drawer full of them, this request was so frequently made that we had to get a runner to bring in another stash of the cloth necklaces.)




"How do I get on the convention floor?" was a so-oft-asked question by the media that had the RNG allowed unlimited access to the media, there would be no room left for the delegates. So the RNG came up with a quickie make-do arrangement to set aside one area from a point that news photographers can stand for 10 minutes, shoot art and then step back for another crew.




We (more like "they," meaning of course, the Guest Services' Four-Wonder Women quartet) were asked - a lot - about where to eat, how to call a cab (you gotta' go outside the Security Zone which means undergoing the pat-down and magnetometer search again. Which is too much of a hassle. So the tens of thousands of RNG Convention people make do with a rather decent dining venue pitched on the commons between the "Q" and Progressive Field.




Or they could visit one of the "Q's" few opened concession stands. Regrettably the "Q" powers-that-be closed all of the little food kiosks that are normally deposited around the building: A bad mistake. These forces expected that attendees would just stroll out the door onto what's being called the "food court" but officially called "Freedom Plaza or "something-or-another."




But these are people who want to wolf down a hot dog and go about the business at hand of smoozing with the politicians and other delegates, voting on what's going to happen anyway, and strutting about in some of the most outlandish costumes imaginable.




One woman even built a flowing cape that would do Joseph proud and even included Trump's name sewn on with a lighting system that dazzled the crowd and brought out the media television film crews the way moths are driven to visiting your front-porch light.




Another delegate crossed-dressed in a get-up that was half Wisconsin cheesehead and one-half camouflaged Statue of Liberty. Another sure winner for a TV station's 6 o'clock news.




Oh, my best question of the night was food-related also and consisted of a pair of women asking "Where can I get a good Caesar salad here in the 'Q?'" (Honest-to-john I was asked that and my reply came after a several-second pause was "You can't. You'll have to find a restaurant outside of the security perimeter.")


Where was I? Oh, yeah, the Guest Services desk and the four unsung heroes. For several hours until Dr. Ben Carson was wrapping up his remarks we fielded these sorts of queries and many, many more.




Clearly and without reservation, I must say that I was in absolute awe of what my Guest Services mates did. I also felt uncomfortable because more times than not when someone had a need or was beginning to mouth a question they would approach me first.




That's not fair at all. All four of the women ranked me as sure as Trump is the Party's presidential nominee.




Without reservation I have o say that nothing I did could ever overshadow the fact that these four women know a heck of a lot more than I ever could about this assignment. They obviously are far more able to articulate a helpful response whereas I will too often stand in quiet repose and wonder if I should give a requester one lanyard or two just so he or she wouldn't return and bug me.




Maybe - just maybe - my first tour of duty at the RNG Guest Services desk WAS a form of punishment and banishment. But I gotta' say again I'm really hoping to get reassigned to the RNG Guest Service's desk today.


I have no problem with being a servant in the presence of such excellence.




Wednesday, July 20




Yahoo News has been running what it calls its "Unconventional Blogs" regarding the RNG's big bash in Cleveland, which ends tonight with the acceptance speech by Mr. Trump.




The blog includes two written by Republicans and a pair by - well, critics of the GOP. Among them is the blog penned by Luis Miranda, the Democratic Party's communications chief.


(For the sake of full disclosure Yahoo News will be doing the same at the Democratic Convention. And, yes, Mr. Miranda is properly credentialed to be at the RNG event. The two parties have signed a peace treaty allowing the other side to attend the other's convention.)




Any-who, Mr. Miranda's latest blog posted today on its web site obviously is a decidedly one-sided critique of the GOP in general, Mr. Trump in particular. what gets my dander up are his words about the fine folks attending the event and what amounts to the herculean effort by a legion of 3,000 or so volunteers to slap, glue and hold the whole shooting match together.




So here's my Yahoo News! readers’ reply to Mr. Miranda's blog:


 
" ' Seeing speakers like Ben Carson on Tuesday night, for example, addressing an arena in which even lower levels are fairly empty, as they were, was something I’m not used to seeing at a convention. That really struck me.' "




"Yeah, it struck me, too, only the opposite way.




"As a volunteer for the RNG convention and one who assists in guest services it appears that Mr. Miranda and I aren't at the same place; the Big Top "Q" where the World Champion Cleveland Cavs play.




"It's also here where you'll see a wide spectrum of GOP supporters, including folks wearing campaign buttons that read " 'Another Democrat for Trump.'




"Of course there are going to be some empty seats during portions of the event; like any other political convention there are hospitality rooms, small and impromptu meetings of delegates, and folks just wanting to get up, stretch their legs and see the House that LeBron James and Company have built.




"Anyone who's had a need, inquiry, desire or help has been met with the five of us volunteers.




"Oh, one more thing, Mr. Miranda and this is a suggestion for your Party's up-coming big day. The last two nights we've run out of those cloth necklaces from which hang the daily credentials.




"There's been such a demand from the heavy volume of traffic that for some reason you've failed to see in the stands that keeping them from being depleted has proven all but impossible.




"So please stop by at the Guest Services desk, Mr. Miranda. I will happily give you a warm and very hospitable Northeast Ohio glad-you-came-and-hope-to-see-you-again greeting.




"Oh, and just another one-more thing, Mr. Miranda, if you should find yourself in need of one of the cloth necklaces please note that today I'm bringing a large spool of 40-pound test monofilament fishing line as a back-up.




"Shoot, Mr. Miranda, to show you genuine Northeast Ohio GOP hospitality I'll even give you the cloth necklace from off my neck. - Your Republican friend, Jeffrey L. Frischkorn."




I'll let you all know whether Mr. Miranda stops by, like former Cleveland Mayor/U.S. Congressman Dennis Kucinich did to say "hello." He doesn't remember me, but that's okay. He was busy being a TV commentator... Seen lots of politicians stroll by and more than a few get accosted by the media, which has ranged from the snooty to the generally very friendly (photogs appeared the most stressed-out but also have been the friendliest and most appreciative. The TV guys, not so much)... Helped two ambassadors find a hush-hush/need-to-know-only reception... Worked with the Secret Service and the Cleveland Police on an unattended expensive camera and its accompanying heavy tripod… Leaving something and then walking away is decided no-no. Never know if it's been wired to go off... Speaking of the media, had we broken the rules and helped the industry's members exchange credentials so they all could be on the floor of the convention there wouldn't be any room left for the delegates... Speaking of delegates, there were tons of requests from them to allow their accompanying guests to join them in the special section set aside for this electorate reserve. No can do, as they guest would take a space reserved for a delegate. Besides, this ain't no high school football game where you can sit next to that cute girl in class. Security is unbelievably tight and order must be maintained for safety sake... The food service at the "Q" for the volunteers is (well) among the worst I've ever eaten. The chicken fingers appeared to have been made from road-kill birds and had been cooking since March maybe while the French fries appeared to have started frying in January. I won't say the dining commons were thoroughly depressing but it sure did leave me with the impression of where the slaves on a Roman galleon ate. Most of the volunteers that I spoke with who were given a free meal ticket used it only once. Thereafter they hiked next door to Progressive Field and ate better fare from that establishment's "Home Plate Club." I'll be doing that for my dinner tonight as well...


Among some of the crazy things we've had brought to us as lost-and-found (we work side-by-side with the "Q's security on this issue): Several cell phones, a wallet or two - including one from a foreign journalist who did not have to climb over Mr. Trump's wall... Questions asked include how to find one of those hush-hush/for-eyes-only receptions that we were never told existed… When do the buses board to return people to their respective hotels? (Oh, in about three hours. You just got here, Sir/M'am)… "How far of a walk is it from the 'Q' to the Rock-and-Roll Hall of Fame, and can I get back in time for the convention speakers?" (Not in your lifetime, Pilgrim.)… "Do they sell hairspray here?" (Ah, no, but perhaps the production of "Hairspray" is on at Playhouse Square.)…


"Where's the men's restroom?" (Look behind you.)... Where's the woman's restroom?" (Look to your left; it's within spitting distance of the men's restroom). None of which seemed to have bothered two convention-attending women whom I watched forgetfully stroll into the open doorway of the MEN's facility. Never seen a pair of older women dash so quickly once they turned the inside corner and observed the facilities. Our "Q" guest services' shepherd Ruth says it happens a fair bit during other events, too.)… "I hear there's a 'Starbuck; where is it?" (No Starbucks but there is a concession stand about 100 yards yonder that sells Dunkin' Donuts coffee. At rather highway robbery prices, however, I caution the inquirers. It cost me $9 for one plastic bottle of Pepsi and one bottle of water.




BEST BILLBOARD AWARD: Goes to the one seen on I-77 as one heads west (or is it south?) going towards the airport and posted by (obviously) a realtor: "Thinking of moving out of the country if Trump or Hillary is elected? See us first to sell your home." Ingenious.


This is not just a job. It truly is an adventure.


 


Thursday, July 21






The troops have gone from the RNC Convention and I’m left to recover, myself.




It was a hoot; a once in a lifetime experience. Don’t have a whole lot to show for it in the way of physical property. Three polo shirts designated for volunteers including one hot lime in color and two sort-of aqua blue ones.




Volunteers were required to wear these polo shirts, serving as a means for ready identification by law enforcement, the “Q’s” staff as well as other volunteers.




The volunteers who stayed within the designated perimeter were issued the hot lime-colored polo shirts. As a general rule they were not allowed inside the “Q,” which I would refer to as the Castle surrounded by a moat consisting of the roads that surrounded the Security Zone and which prevented entrance by the non-credentialed.




The knights in shining armor were the varied law enforcement that included everyday Cleveland Police officers to Ohio Highway Patrol officers as well as their counterparts strung from across the country. A brew of federal law enforcement consisted of an alphabet soup of federal agencies like the FBI, the Secret Service, Homeland Security, and so on and so on.




White polo shirts were being worn by volunteers who helped the vendors at Progressive Field while a small bunch of volunteers wore gray polo shirts. But I have no idea what was their assignment.




Oh, and there was a small cadre of AT&T employees who serviced the convention's communications. They had these really neat powder-blue polo shirts.


I
n any event, my fourth and final day was spent once more inside the bowels of the “Q” at its guest relations cubicle, which also had become the RNG’s guest relations cubicle.




By Thursday’s final convention hurrah it became obvious that grumpiness was the evil twin of exhaustion. The persons requesting our assistance were the usual mixed bag that consisted of delegates, alternate delegates (who were the most demanding, except for the occasional media member and more on that in a moment).




The gist of the majority of requests from those alternate delegates was to see if their spouses or significant others could sit with them. Ditto with a rather large contingent of Veterans of Foreign Wars members.




It was amazing how frequently such last-minute seating changes were rifled our way in light of the world’s toughest security. They wanted to play musical chairs even though the seating arrangement band had stopped playing ages ago.




Even a high-ranking British diplomat wanted “better seats” for he and his wife. After talking with a “Q” staffer - who pretty much knows everything about the complex and was our liaison - as well as my superiors I had to tell the couple’s surrogate that while I didn’t want to start another war with Great Britain their request was denied.




Indeed, the answer for them all was “no.”




Still, the ones who were taking “no” the hardest was the media; or at least some of the media.




Protocols were in place about how and where to photograph along with access to Ground Zero, the floor where the delegates went about their business.




Or those delegates that weren’t partying at one or more of the seemingly never-ending receptions and hospitality rooms, anyway. And there were a whole lot of them. Both hospitality rooms as well as partying convention business slackers.




Yeah, I know that previously I said how the media was generally being kind and considerate. However, by Thursday their nerves were becoming frayed and as a result, these once-docile newsmen and newswomen had become savages. They all wanted to ensure that they could jockey themselves into the best seat in the house for that Pulitzer Prize-winning photograph or “got-cha” interview.


I
n truth, some media members were absolute boorish in regards to their behavior. They’d stand on the “Q’s” level flats with their camera gear and in the process totally block the view of the handicapped convention guests.




Say what you will about Republicans but I’ll tell you right here and now we took seriously the needs of those folks anchored to their wheelchairs. Their needs took precedence over everyone else, including the diplomats and the media.




Consequently, the photogs were ordered to refrain from positioning themselves in front of the handicapped. They even were given their own little viewing outpost, each member allowed “X” number of minutes to do his or her thing before rotating out so another photographer could step up to the “Q’s” plate and attempt to shoot that prize-winning photograph.




Just how bad things became with the media was telling during a conversation I had with another volunteer. That individual was posted outside the Fifth Level Club 45 restricted-access hospitality area and who opined for eyes in the back of his head. It seems that a steady stream of reporters and the like was making every effort to flood its way into the action. Thus, the media was always being channeled away from the off-limits area.




The worst for me was seeing that TBS comedian Samantha Bee and her trail of production toadies.




I watched one of her tapings, a short snippet that lampooned and lashed out at the Party’s nominee. Then at some point after the start of Trump’s acceptance speech I watched Bee and her entourage stroll through the Level One concourse, blissfully ignoring the proceedings.




You can bet that Bee will drill Trump in some up-coming comic routine and almost certainly will utilize the observational work of other – and lesser – TBS personnel.




Thing is, my upbringing sort of gave me the bent that you don’t go and insult someone in their own home. And since this was the RNG Convention this was the home of the Republican Party.




But what do I know, silly old me.




I finally did take advantage of one perk, though. Working directly opposite a short tunnel that overlooks the “Q’s” floor, I was pretty well acquainted with the volunteer credential checkers as well as the law enforcement posters positioned at the entrance to the cave.




So when it came time just before Trump concluded his remarks I squeezed my way through the tunnel and found – surprisingly – an unoccupied seat. And waited for the opportune moment to snap a shot with my Sony cell phone.




Surely my several cell phone photos of the obligatory red/white/blue inflated balloon drop will never grace the cover of “Time” magazine or that of any other publication. It matters not to me.




What I have are the captured images of a once-in-a-lifetime experience of an historic event.


Plus three really cool-looking polo shirts embossed with notations about the RNC-Cleveland connection.




Now I can go fishing again.




- Jeffrey L. Frischkorn
JFrischk@Ameritech.net

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Lowly bullhead about to get its due bill paid in full


Being bull-headed seems to have helped a lowly and too-often neglected fish species get another shot at appearing on the Fish Ohio eligibility list.

It appears that the bullhead catfish is going to swim its way onto Ohio’s trophy fish recognition program ledger, a list that currently contains the names of 20 other species. Among them are such well-thought-of, illustrious, fish species demigods as the muskie, the walleye, the largemouth bass, the smallmouth bass, the yellow perch, the rainbow trout, and the – well, you get the picture.

Then there is the lesser Fish Ohio list assemblage. This group includes the likes of the common carp, the freshwater drum, and well, not really any others that I can think of, anyway.

Filling that large section of the Fish Ohio list – species which seldom see fishers becoming excited to the point of doing the anglers’ version of a happy dance - are the likes of the northern pike, the white bass, the channel catfish, and the rock bass.

But word has come how the Ohio Division of Wildlife is preparing to reinstate the bullhead to the list of Fish Ohio-qualifying species. The bullhead’s reappearance after either a 27- or 28-year absence may hook the list next year or possibly catch the 2018 version at the latest.

The proposed qualifying length for bullhead entries will begin at 14 inches and stop at 20 inches. Anything longer than 20 inches will obviously be a figment of an angler’s overly ambitious imagination. That or the applicant mistakenly was looking at a scale’s metric numbers instead of its inch marks.

Oh, lest I forget, the Wildlife Division intends to add also to the Fish Ohio registry the long-nosed gar (24 to 50 inches), the bowfin (23 to 36 inches), the sucker/all species (20 to 44 inches), and the Kentucky spotted bass (15 to 22 inches).

Maybe for some of you out there this news about the bullhead is being greeted with a huge and boring sigh, possibly a shrug of the shoulders, or perhaps with some other – and equally less-than-enthusiastic - response.

Not me, my anglings brothers and sisters; not by a long shot, by George. My reaction is “Hot Dog!” coupled with “it’s been too long in coming!”

For the past several years I’ve lobbied the Wildlife Division to the point of me being a pest, I imagine. Each and every time I’d have a conversation with Vicki Farus – the Wildlife Division’s Fish Ohio administrator – I’d pester her unmercifully about reinstating the bullhead to the trophy fish recognition program’s list.

Sort of like the way Roman statesman Cato the Elder incessantly ended all of his Senate stump speeches with the phrase “Delenda est Carthago,” (“Carthage must be destroyed”) until , by golly, Rome ponied up; perhaps in part because the empire  grew weary of Cato the Elder’s constant badgering.

Without apology I likewise became a nettlesome irritant regarding the need to rehabilitate the bullhead’s lowly standing amongst Fish Ohio award-seeking anglers.

Consequently the bullhead’s approaching crown retrofitting remains a proper and dignified step once you stop to think about the subject.

Let’s look at the facts of the matter if I may, please. There’s always been this friendly tiff between walleye whackers and smallmouth bass aficionados. The former slavishly claim their pick is what sells fishing licenses while the latter says their selection is found pretty much throughout Ohio.

Hey, folks, the bullhead beats them both in each department. Going with the popularity angle you’ll find that with more than few angling surveys, persons often cast as many ayes for “anything that bites” than they do for a specific targeted fish species. And bullheads universally fall into that “anything that bites” genre.

Now let us go to the next round. Sure smallmouth bass are scattered to and fro from Lake Erie to the Ohio River. However, please don’t try to snooker anyone into believing that representatives of this fawned-over fish species are the most ubiquitously found throughout Ohio. The smallmouth bass is not even close to being able to make that claim.

Bullheads inhabit the waters of Lake Erie and the Ohio River, of course. Yet you’ll find them in just about every creek, every stream, every river, every reservoir, every lake, and every farm pond from Marietta to Montpelier, from Conneaut to Cincinnati. Surely, bullheads clean the smallmouth bass’s – and the walleye’s – clock in the diversity of waters where the species is found.

Nor let us forget that bullheads come in three flavors, too. You’ve got the yellow, the brown and the black. The brown grows the largest with specimens approaching four pounds and is the least commonly found bullhead form in Ohio. The yellow is the middle child and tops out at about 3.5 pounds, but it is the most commonly found bullhead subset that anchors the tribe in Ohio.

The smallest variety of the three-member bullhead clan is the black, topping out at around 2.5 pounds. However, this little squirt is the most water-quality tolerant of the bullhead family tree, says the Wildlife Division.

As for the heaviest-ever bullhead caught in Ohio, the Outdoor Writers of Ohio – which maintains the state fish record book - lists the species’ Number One entry as a fish weighing 4.25 pounds and measuring 18.5 inches. It was taken from a farm pond on May 20th, 1986 by Hugh Lawrence Jr. of Keene.

As for the bullhead’s culinary qualities, no less an angling authority and frequent Ohio Outdoor News contributor than Paul Liikala crows about the little guy’s fry-pan attributes. Liikala says he prefers the bullhead to its substantially larger and well-respected cousin, the channel catfish.

I’ll take Liikala’s word on that one, given that the last time I can recall skinning and filleting a bullhead was probably sometime around 1964.

Even so, I have always embraced this angling love interest for the much maligned and under-appreciated bullhead. It sustained me as a young angling sprout who fished the Chagrin River with cheap spin-casting gear. And importantly the bullhead did so when nothing else was willing to bite – or was even tolerant of the Chagrin River’s then-polluted waters.

As I matured and could afford much more expensive tackle and had obtained access to a number of first-rate farm ponds and small lakes the bullhead was there also. Its familiar form and eagerness to snack on just about anything and everything I tossed its way helped to reassure me that all is well with my angling life.
We’ve been long-time friends, the bullhead and I. The way I figure it the least I could do for this unglamorous fish species with its insulting name is to stand up, be counted, and say “Welcome home to the Fish Ohio eligibility list, little buddy."


- Jeffrey L. Frischkorn
JFrischk@Ameritech.net

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Lake Metroparks sets sights on additional small boat access to the lower Grand River


Lake Metroparks is adding to its inventory of small- and paddle- boat access to the Grand River.

Approved by the agency’s three-member park board June 22nd is the spending of up to $450,000 for the construction of a boat ramp and associated amenities at the parks system’s 54-acre  Beaty Landing. This park is located off Route 84 in Painesville and straddles a viable and key steelhead fishing site.

With the addition of the boat launch ramp at Beaty Landing, Lake Metroparks will have a string of three such appointments with each unit spaced about five river miles apart, says Vince Urbanski, Lake Metroparks’ deputy director.

 

“Beaty Landing is one of our multi-use parks which appeals to a broad range of users, including steelhead anglers from late fall through early spring,” Urbanski says. “And along with the new boat ramp we’re going to add about another one-half mile or so of hiking trails.”

 

Those trails will help provide even better access to the Grand River for steelhead fishing foot-soldiers, Urbanski says also.

 

Upstream about five miles is the parks system’s 133-acre Mason Landing Park, currently located in Perry Township.

 

However, this is a work-in-progress park as the Ohio Department of Transportation moves forward with the construction of a new bridge on Vrooman Road which crosses the Grand River. Among the project’s requirements is the relocation of the park, its amenities and the largely unimproved boat ramp to the opposite side of the river, which will be anchored in Leroy Township.

 

Located about five miles downstream of Beaty Landing is the 18-acre Grand River Landing, located in Fairport Harbor. It is this small-boat launch site that receives the most interest from boating anglers – and almost certainly will even after the Beaty Landing project is completed, Urbanski said.

 

“That’s a primary launch site for steelhead anglers wanting to take their boats upstream as far as the can go or else downstream, even to Lake Erie,” Urbanski said.

 

While the existing Grand River Landing and the planned-for Beaty Landing sites (along with the to-be-relocate Mason’ Landing) are the same thing by providing small boat access to the Grand River, they also are different in some respects, says Urbanski.

 

Beaty Landing’s ramp size will be narrower than the one at Grand River Landing for starters, says Urbanski.

 

Even so, Beaty Landing should still prove a vital link for small boat enthusiasts to access a here-to-for difficult-to-get-to stretch of the lower Grand River, says Urbanski.

 

What will become obvious to boating visitors to Beaty Landing is that the Grand River’s water depth there is much shallower than at the Grand River Landing site and somewhat similar to the Mason’s Landing location, Urbanski says.

 

Thus while an owner of a small boat who utilize the Grand River Landing park often does so with small outboard engine strapped to the vessel’s transom, the expected boater at Beaty Landing no doubt will employ paddle power for his or her canoe, kayak, or inflatable vessel.

 

Consequently a steelhead angler who wants to take a fishing float trip will largely discover a nearly five-mile-long stretch of river with virtually no pressure from anglers utilizing gas-powered outboards.

 

Among the new and revamped amenities planned for Beaty Landing is that Lake Metroparks will “dedicate a few of the present 30 or so parking slots closer to the actual ramp for use by boaters,” Urbanski says.

 

Urbanski said also the parks system has awarded a contract with a local construction firm and should commence the project within a few weeks. Part of the project’s grunt work is to be accomplished in-house, Urbanski says as well.

 

And if all goes well, says Urbanski, small boat owners could begin using the ramps by this autumn, “even if the paving portion of the project doesn’t go as planned.”

 

And perhaps best of all besides the Grand River access hook is that usage of all three landings are – or will be once construction is completed at two of them – free to Lake County residents and non-residents alike.

 
“They are all popular parks and we believe they’ll continue to beand likely even more so once everything is completed,” Urbanski says.


- Jeffrey L. Frischkorn
JFrischk@Ameritech.net

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Experts weigh in on which Ohio fish records will stand and which will fall


Catching a falling star and putting it in your pocket may actually be easier than reeling in an Ohio state-record fish and enshrining it on one’s wall.

Few are the anglers who’ve set out on an Ohio angling adventure with the express purpose of catching – or shooting with a bow-and-arrow – a state record fish. Maybe one or two bowfishermen but that’s about it.

Then again, the opportunity for capturing an Ohio state record fish is more plausible for some officially recognized species than for others.

And in some cases concerning Ohio’s various 42 recognized hook-and-line categories and five bow-fishing categories the existing record might as well be chiseled in granite. The reason being the likelihood of it being toppled is nil. Or darn near close enough to fit the description anyway.

Then again, says two Ohio experts on the subject, it’s entirely possible – even probable – that a bigger-than-existing holder for one or more of the state’s record-recognized species has seen the inside of a landing net. Yet such fish in all probability either were returned to the water or else converted into fillets for the fry pan.

Responding to the two-pronged question as to which five listed species categories are most likely to see new records and which five probably won’t encounter pretenders to their respective thrones were Fred Snyder and Scott Hale.

Snyder is a retired Ohio Sea Grand agent and is also the current chairman of the Outdoor Writers of Ohio’s State Record Fish Committee. Hale is one of two Ohio Division of Wildlife assistant chiefs and the person who oversees both of the agency’s fish and game management programs.

Ohio’s state record fish list is maintained by the Outdoor Writers of Ohio and has been for generations. Meanwhile, the Wildlife Division, well, manages the state’s fish stocks and assists the writers group in the application process by identifying the species of potential new record catches.

Not to be ignored either is that both men are also are avid anglers. That being said, each expert is brutally honest in dismissing their respective odds of ever catching a new state record-whatever fish species themselves.

For Hale the five fish species records he believes are at the greatest risk for being broken in the near-term includes the walleye, the freshwater drum, the flathead catfish, the blue catfish and “everything in the bow-fishing group.”

In the case of the drum, Snyder agrees this species is primed for a new state record. He notes he’s even pretty certain that larger specimens have taken the bait but that the enabling angler simply lacked the desire to proceed with filling out the required paperwork.

“The fisherman just put it in a dumpster, though two other fishermen removed the drum and took it to a taxidermist,” Snyder said. “Thing is, there’s now a lot of forage in Lake Erie for the drum to eat; they really do feast on things like zebra mussels and can pack on the weight because of it.”

Snyder’s Top Five picks for breaking the state record glass ceiling also suggests placing wagers on both the walleye and the yellow perch.  Hale is not about to disagree, either.

“I think we’re going to see a new walleye record broken,” Hale said. “You just have to believe there’s one heavier out there in Lake Erie than the current record (of 16.19 pounds, caught Nov. 23, 1999).”

And Hale says as well that the Ohio fishing world ought not to be surprised to see this new record walleye being hauled up through the winter ice in Lake Erie’s Western Basin.

“It will be a female, loaded with eggs so winter could be the time for it to be caught,” Hale says.

As for the blue catfish, Hale says a fish weighing in the triple digits is a distinct possibility.

“The one in the books is truly massive but the blue catfish – and all catfish in general – is getting a lot of angler attention on the Ohio River; so a blue ‘cat in excess of 100 pounds is a definite possibility,” Hale said.

To which it is Snyder’s turn to agree that the blue catfish also makes his Five Best record picks he expects to fall.

Snyder is confident in seconding Hale’s selection because a blue catfish tipping the scales at 100 pounds would represent just a five-percent gain in weight over the current record-holder weighing 96 pounds and caught June 11, 2009 from the Ohio River.

Cheating a little, Hale lumps the entire package of five bowfishing state records as being primed for record-book exchange. And for sort of the same reason the flathead catfish and the blue catfish records credibly stand on the threshold of new angler ownership.

“ “The bowfishing categories are all ripe for picking,” Hale says.

Snyder says he has no doubt that what Hale says regarding bowfishing is true. He notes that while recently visiting a large tackle retailer near Toledo he saw a boat that was decked out as a dedicated bowfishing platform with all of the whistles and bells that distinguishes this sport-fishing sub-culture.

“These bowfishing guys are dedicated, and can be out all night with their gear,” Snyder says.

But there’s one species that Hale may have missed as Snyder rounds out his Top Five picks for good-as-gold chances for replacement honors: That species being the long-ear sunfish. The reason is that the current long-ear sunfish is a Lilliputian-size squirt weighing in wet at only 0.14 pounds so “it wouldn’t take much to see that record fall,” Snyder says.

Snyder does cheat a bit, too, though, with his count. He adds the lake trout to his possibly/maybe/likely-will-be-broken list. He fudges his math to include the lake trout since the Wildlife Division has embarked on a recovery project for the species in Lake Erie.

Thus, time is on the side of this species record eventually toppling, Snyder says of his list’s addendum.

And Snyder and Hale also share some thoughts as to which members on the combined 47-recognized species list will remain etched there until both of them have traded their fishing poles for harps and white robes.

For both biologists the current record largemouth bass will almost certainly never exit the list since “a 13.13-pound largemouth is massive for that species in Ohio,” Hale says.

Also on Snyder’s forever frozen on Ohio’s state record fish list is the chain pickerel; a 6.25-pound fish taken March 25, 1961.

“You just don’t see chain pickerels being caught much in Ohio anymore,” says Snyder.

However, Snyder  doesn’t discount the possibility that sometime between March, 1961 and today an angler has taken a heavier chain pickerel but may have mistook it for a smallish northern pike or even a musky.

That same suspicion is what fuels Hale’s and Synder’s shared belief that the rock bass’s extraordinarily long life on the state record fish list is possibly, a fluke.

Ohio’s state record rock bass holds Ohio’s longest tenured such title. This 1.97-pound record-holder harkens back 84 years to September 3, 1932 and taken from Deer Creek; the stream, not the reservoir.

“If it’s going to be broken, the record fish will come from Lake Erie,” Snyder says. “Really, it’s one for the books that I wonder if anyone has ever caught a larger one and then just tossed it back into the lake.”

That statement mirrors almost word for word Hale’s thoughts about the future of the state record rock bass, particularly since a niche fishery for the species has developed around the Cleveland Harbor, says Hale.

Once again, too, we see both Snyder and Hale finding it difficult to stick with just five of anything. At this point Snyder owns up to having three species on the won’t-be-broken state record fish list: the largemouth bass, the chain pickerel, and (maybe) the rock bass.

Meanwhile, Hale has two: the largemouth bass and (also maybe) the rock bass.

To Snyder’s list add the pink salmon; a non-native species that occasionally appears in a couple of Northeast Ohio streams on a two-year spawning migration cycle: Euclid Creek and Conneaut Creek.

“We just don’t hear or see of this species being caught anymore,” Snyder says, a statement that almost certainly he would find disagreement coming from some Northeast Ohio steelheaders.

Along with Snyder’s choice of the pink salmon is the striped bass. This record should stand the test of angling time, says Snyder, a point shared by Hale who gives as his reason how the Wildlife Division is “no longer in the business of stocking striped bass.”

“Kentucky still stocks stripers in the Ohio River but the fish there struggle to put on weight,” Hale says.

Hale and Snyder’s opinions merge once more, and this time it’s regarding the tiger musky state record.

It’s kind of difficult for an angler to catch a state record anything if a fisheries agency is no longer stocking a species that is incapable of reproducing anyway, both fish biologists say as the biological fact for dismissing much of a chance of a new tiger musky record emerging.

 “I actually think this species should be removed from the list anyway, but I suppose the guy who caught the record (Matt Amedeo of Akron from Turkeyfoot Lake on April 28, 2006, a fish weighing 31.64 pounds) might get upset,” Hale says.

This is where Hale utilizes a little creative ciphering of his own, lumping all three of the state record salmon categories – coho, pink and Chinook/king - together; a three-for-one Mulligan. That combination brings Hale’s five solid-to-stand state records to an actual count of seven: the largemouth bass, the striped bass, the rock bass, the tiger musky, and the pink, coho, and Chinook/king salmon.

Meanwhile, Snyder’s count of fish species records that are locked in as probably unbeatable totals five: the largemouth bass, the striped bass, the rock bass, the tiger musky, and the pink salmon.

Actually, we need to add one more fish species to each of the experts’ respective list. That is the pure-strain musky, the state record specimen representative being the 55.13-pound brute taken April 12, 1972 from Piedmont Reservoir by Joe D. Lykins of Piedmont.

Perhaps no other Ohio state record fish species remains as revered – or as elusive for being supplanted - than does Lykins’ pure-strain musky. Even in spite of the phenomenal rise of Ohio becoming a go-to musky-fishing destination and its intensive musky fisheries management program.

Ohio’s pure-strain musky fish record continues to hold the high ground, says Hale, because the state’s pure-strain muskies grow fast and consequently, die young.

“This one will be a tough one to break,” Hale says. “We do see 50-inch fish caught every year but everything has to fall into place. Fifty-inch muskies are pretty rare.”

Ah, but such is the stuff that angling dreams are made of.

- By Jeffrey L. Frischkorn

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Farewell to a gentleman, and angler, a friend

It was my honor to have known The Senator - as I always called George V. Voinovich, who died in his sleep June 11 at his Cleveland home, just on the other side of the road from the Neff Road marina/boat launch and Euclid Creek fishing complex now run by Cleveland Metroparks.



It also was my privilege to have served as his volunteer steelhead fishing guide on more than a few occasions over the years. As far as I know the last steelhead The Senator caught was on a trip I had arranged with him for a day of angling at my honey hole on Big Creek.


Joining me was frequent Ohio Outdoor News contributor Paul Liikala, who was the net man and whose duty it was to scoop up a pair of nice trout out from what we have henceforth referred to as "The Senator's Hole."



The Senator also dearly loved it whenever I handed along a packet or fly box of my hand-tied steelhead flies. These weren't just little tokens that he pocketed and never used; no sir. He thought they were right-fine trout-busters.



Yes, The Senator's love was his wife, Janet, and his delight were his kids and grandchildren. But The Senator also had an amazing passion for fly fishing. The Senator would chuckle whenever he would say that when he went somewhere to a gathering of fellow governors or senators they'd always bring their sets of golf clubs while he packed a fishing outfit or two.



His belief in the sanctity of life was never far from him, either - and that spilled over to his efforts to ensure the protection of Lake Erie and the entire Great Lakes, for that matter.



He also was a champion of Ohio's sport fisheries and the economic and recreational value that this billion-dollar industry provides. A favorite story we liked to chat about was the time he was governor and the Ohio Division of Wildlife had begun making plans to scrap its Fish Ohio program. The Senator was taking no prisoners on that one; he offering to dip into his political war chest if necessary to keep the popular program afloat.



Similarly, The Senator was instrumental is seeing to it that the Wildlife Division acquire the Castalia trout hatchery, which wasn't the most popular idea, even among some agency officials. Can anyone picture where Ohio's steelhead program be today if it wasn't for that hatchery?



A time or two on the stream and before he died I mentioned to The Senator that we ought to name the hatchery after him. "Oh, no," The Senator said, "There's enough things now that's name after me."



Was The Senator the best angler I ever attended to? No. Neither did he listen to every suggestion I passed along. Even so, The Senator was always a delight to fish with.



He never complained, even when the fishing was less than fruitful and the trout exceeded his skill level. Didn't matter to him and didn't matter to me.  I surely shall miss him.