RCL187 what makes Blue Cr unique to all the other "combat" fishing zones is that it is "everyman for himself and to heck with the other guy" at it's finest. It can be utter chaos; one guy's pitching bait and the guy next to him is fly fishing, meanwhile the guy behind him is switching from spoons to a jig and bobber. Another guy would go back to longlining his plug if he could just get his black lab to stop barking and chasing the recycled (approx. 20 times by last count) steelhead as it was being hauled in. And then there's this dad who is trying to catch his kids limits for them by plunking for each of them while all eight are off digging caves in the clay bank behind him (mom's taking a mud bath in one of the bigger wallows). Not to mention the chorus of long lining snaggers who are casting with wicked 8 ft. long leaders. Lest we forget to mention the McCoy and Hatfield scene at the far end of the bank where bankies are heaving 2 oz.s of lead at the boats at the top of the drift and the boaters are backbouncing right down to the bankies feet, both of them cursing each other at the top of their lungs (I think that must be why they call it BLUE Cr.). Oh and by the way, this just describes the night globalling scene, you ought to see it during the day when thinks are really hopping.

Truth is that even at the Russian R. in AK, 10,000 anglers can be found casting the same way and in unison; no problems, lots of fish. Even the snaggers at Hoodsport are good natured and give way to others. Other hatchery scenes like Palmer and elsewhere have a code that everyone seems to respect. Even opening day on any given urban lake can have something of a "coming out party" atmosphere. But not Blue Cr. Why even good ol' Rodney once said, "Can't we all just get along?".

Maybe they ought to consider renaming it to Black Hole Cr.?