As I was driving down hospital hill in Aberdeen after finishing surgery today, I was thinking about the gorgeous fall afternoon, the blue-bird skies, and how pleasant it might have been to chase three tides over mill-pond seas on what should have been the VERY best day of salmon fishing of the season in Grays Harbor. What a glory day it would have been.

Thanks WDFW, thanks.... for an opportunity loss that can NEVER be recovered or replaced. Think about it, folks.... for as long as we live, we will never ever get this day back. EVER! The license-buying public is getting royally screwed. In fairness, there ought to at least be a pro-rated rebate on the annual license to offset the opportunity losses that we are forced to swallow each time WDFW does something like this.

I'm figuring I got 16-18 good years left... MAX! Each and every opportunity to get out and enjoy the activity I love the most is something very precious to me. In this life, the raw truth is that there are no "make up days" for golden opportunities lost... they are simply gone.

My dissatisfaction meter with WDFW is at red-line as I type this. Conservation and allocation recommendations ignored... a forgotten constituency of frustrated anglers.... irreplacable opportunities stolen from the recreational users.... this is the irrefutable legacy of the state's present-day fish managers.

AND GODAMMIT THAT MAKES ME MAD!