Time to Go – Seeking a home for Rare Antique Books

I am hoping to find found a home for three sets of books that have been in my family since the late 1800s.

(Thank you – dated 13 july 2020)

Jay Nicholas Life, Correspondence, and Speeches of Henry Clay 1
Any suggestions you can offer will be appreciated.

These books are listed below and I have photos if these would be helpful


The life Correspondence, and Speeches Of Henry Clay
By Calvin Colton LLD
Professor of Public Economy, Trinity College
New York: Published by A. S. Barnes & Co
51 & 53 John Street
1857 First edition

Chamber’s Encyclopedia
A Dictionary of Universal Knowledge for the People
Ten Volumes
Illustrated with Four Thousand Engravings
Globe edition
1873 First edition

The life of Thomas Jefferson
In Three Volumes
New York Derby Jackson
119 Nassau Street
1858 First edition

As Spock surely would have said in this pandemic,

May you live in kindness
Jay W Nicholas

time to go: do something kind for a kid

I received the following email a few days ago. I am grateful for the note. I am sharing it in hope that each of you can find something nice to do for a young person to help them get going fishing or fly tying.

That’s all.


To Jay and Jack
July 8, 2020
Just wanted to thank you for the book. My grandpa Bob just gave it to me today. He said that Jack gave it to him to give to me and Jay had given a few to Jack to give away. I am 16 and have made a couple trips up there once in the fall and once just a few weeks ago. Haven’t landed any yet just a few chums last fall. Hopefully it will happen this fall. I have already started tying up some of the flies from the book.

Thanks again, Chase

Sent from my iPhone

Be well, be kind, …

Time to Go, Salmon Burger Recipe – June 29, 2020

Here’s a recipe for Salmon Burgers.

My friend Jim Coon shared this with me way back in 2013, or thereabouts.

I think that this is a very tasty way to serve up salmon, but it should be reserved only for the very best salmon, as Jim does.

This means a very bright, very prime buck, usually a three-year-old Chinook of about 8 to 12 pounds. In the 70s a fish of this weight would certainly have been a three-year-old, meaning a two-ocean fish. These days, a twelve-pounder could be a three-ocean fish for all I know

Here is the recipe, and y’all should pay attention because it is worth reporting here for as long as people live here and we are able to catch wild Chinook and eat them.

I apologize for the fact that this is a light image, I could not figure out how to darken the lines and the writing is faded by now.

Thank you, Jim.

May you be well and live in kindness. Jay.

Coon FAmily Salmon Burger Recipe 2013

Time to Go, Things to Do June 27, 2020

I went through the very few reports and fish related papers that I saved over the course of some 45 years working as a fisheries biologist last week. I have been winnowing the pile down for the last five years, no, the last ten years. I suppose some of you have done the same with your papers, books, and reports. They seem so important for so many years that we save them until the time comes when we, the time comes when I realize that I will never ever be able to muster the energy or the smarts to unlock the biological puzzle and then it is time to throw it away or give it to someone who might put it to use.

In this spirit, I bequeathed the following materials to the native Fish Society.

  1. The only tabulation of Chinook salmon landings n every coastal river in or3egojn from the late 1800s to about 1950.

This is a beat-up raggedy three-ring binder with each river and the landings in pounds and estimated numbers.  These tables are PRECIOUS. Bob Mullen compiled these numbers but he retired before he had time to publish the information report similar to the yellow cover report on coho landings in coastal river gillnet fisheries over the same time period.

2. I gave NFS a copy of the Bob Mullen report also, it is available somehow but is still important, even if other scientists decide to override these values. they are fascinating to consider.

3. I also left a copy of my draft first draft of the Chinook management plan, the draft before it was sanitized for management adaptive something or other.

4. I sent them a few other things too, like my “Assumptions of wild fish management.?”

5.  I also left a copy of The Dick Geiger study of coastal cutthroat in Oregon coastal rivers. This is a dead fishery on the coast and no one apparently cares in ODFW.  I fear the biologists coming along nowadays give a whit about what was learned in the 1960s when the coastal estuary fisheries thrived.

6.  I also left a copy of The Fred Everest study of Rogue summer steelhead. I remember the Rogue when the lost creek Dam was just being finished.

There was a little more, not much for 45 years,

I’m not the first person to say we need to understand our failings of the past fefoeiefpi999j

I am falling asleep at the keyboard so kindly excuse my errors.

I will close with the scanned pages of an article I wrote for a Japanese fly fishing magazine. My friend Tomo Higashi translated it for me. I know the scans are not perfect, I wanted people to remember that anglers are emotionally inspired by the same angling passion as us. I am too tired to

Japanese Fly Fisher Article 1 cover


Japanese Fly Fisher Article 1 contents

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Japanese Fly Fisher Article 1 pg 2

Japanese Fly Fisher Article 1 pg 3

Japanese Fly Fisher Article 1 pg 4

Japanese Fly Fisher Article 1 pg 5

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Thank you all. We have so much in common.




The Isolated Fly Fisher’s Diary – June 20, 2020

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From Talking Heads.

And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?

The insults of age accumulate.

There may come a time when the only stories and photos we can share are reminders of years past.

The photo was 2018, possibly, but it wasn’t this year. Rob was anchored above me, the weather was overcast with the barest hint of breeze. The tide ran out, building momentum, while the Chinook decided to get bitey – and stayed that way for a good three hours.


June 19th, 2020 was a good day.

I’m 71, and I have probably not seen Don, an old friend, for at least 35 years.

I digress.

I didn’t see Don today.

I met a kindred spirit, a man who has lived in odd parallel tracks that nearly intersected mine, but ……..

He hunted with Don south of Corvallis.

One of his best friends fished with Don on the Deschutes years ago and most likely used the double hook Skunks I tied for Don.

Tim is a man I should have met ages ago. Should have fished with years ago. should have tied flies with years ago. but our lives weren’t meant to go that way.

So we met today, finally.


Big Hearted,

He takes action in ways that make people’s lives better. Heals people who need a healing hand. He’s suffered his own wounds. He’s learned from the insults life has dealt him.

Finally, we met yesterday.

Nice to meet you, Tim.


I hope you all have a very good day today,

May you be well and live in kindness.




Fly Fisher’s Diary June 6, 2020

Have you ever wondered what goes on in the bathroom, or in any room in the house, for that matter, when you are not in the room in question?

Jay Nicholas Boomer Sitting

Perhaps this matter is akin to asking if no one hears the tree in the forest, did it really fall to the ground, if no one was there to hear the thud.

In other words, if you were not dangling your fly today in the current on the outgoing tide in the Boat Hole, did the springers actually go on the bite?

I have an answer for you.

just because you didn’t see it, weren’t there to appreciate it, the “it” was very real, and “it” did indeed happen.

In one instance the event might have been your lovely cat sitting smack-dab on your toothbrush,

In another instance, it might have been someone who loves you, sending love and prayer your way.

Thank you Boomer. Thank you, everyone.

May you live in kindness.


Where were you on May 18, 1980 8:32 AM?


Photo caption. This is not Mt.St. Helens ash, but it could have been.

May 18, 1980. 8:32 AM.

I was on the South Santiam, wearing black rubber hip boots, at Lebanon Dam, fishing for spring Chinook with Mark Wade. I had caught a good one, 22 or 24 pounds. Or 18 pounds. Caught that salmon way up on the South side, in the narrows, by casting a big egg cluster with a little piece of pencil lead about 2 feet above the bait.

Toss it thirty feet out, past the slack water, plop it in the zone between too slow and too fast current. Let it sink about 4 or five or six feet deep. That’s all. No more. The river is twenty feet deep there, but the salmon are only 6 feet deep.

The salmon came to my gaff after what must have been an epic battle. The rod I fished was fiberglass, a yellowish custom rod that Wayne Doughton of Doughton Hardware in Salem Oregon sold. The design was Wayne’s. the glass extended into an aluminum tube through the handle. The rod was a bait-caster. The reel was a Ambassadeur 6500. The line might have been Ande, or maybe Stren. Twenty -pound maybe or 17-pound. Possibly 15-pound. Yes, I think it was fifteen-pound,
Over 95% of the anglers at Lebanon Dam fish in the main pool, standing elbow to elbow. I only knew one other man who figured out this way to fish here. Nd the guys who fished along the north bank rock wall, drifting their baits within a foot of the sheer rock, in the cushion where the current is gentle, with the full force of the river rushing past only inches away. They fish this way over at Shear’s Falls on the Deschutes.


I ducked. Nearly fell off my rock into the river.

Looked up to see if there was a jet, or a mushroom cloud. No iPhones then. No Facebook. No idea what had just happened. I thought it was a sonic boom or something. Considered a nuke but discounted that idea after a while. We had ash on our cars in Corvallis the next day? And for weeks after?

Mark took a photo of that salmon, I think. Doesn’t matter. the photo is gone.

Only the memory remains, and I wonder if even Mark Wade remembers.

I bet there are a few people who remember Wayne. Maybe even a few that remember his custom steelhead drift rods.

The people who remember will be gone soon, all of us. no one to remember his rods and his engaging smile and booming laughter and the moth-balled fly tying materials in the gold ice cream cans and the way he tutored so many teenagers and Willamette valley anglers.

Unless someone finds this blog post.

I think this is the last post I’ll do for awhile.

Too much to attend to.

Thank you all.


This is so important that  I decided to add it tot he blog so that no one loses it in the comments section.

From my friend Bill. 

Hi Jay, had a similar story. Was fishing with my dad, Warm Springs to TC. My last trip with him before I headed to AK for my 1st summer guiding. Having breakfast that Sunday morning before taking out later in the day. As you said, a mammoth explosion… BOOM!! Dad had been a pilot and we agreed it was a sonic boom.
Later that afternoon took out at TC, and drove up that canyon to Gateway. Looked north, 70,000 feet in the air, there it was. Then we got radio reception and confirmed it was St. Helens.
BTW, I spent my junior HS and HS years in Salem. Took fly-tying lessons from Wayne at Waldo Junior High. Still do it today, still have that Thompson vise. And also have a lot of memories of him and that amazing store.

Thanks for bringing back those memories!!
Be well Jay.

And froom my friend Bob: 

Yes, I remember Wayne, what a character.

He had this routine down when anyone would come to the store saying that they were a friend of Jay, and want to see the display case of Jay’s hand tied flies, he would take his victim over to a bowl of cheap Chinese flies and exclaim, Here they are!

In my basement in Bend I still have a case (12) of long handle fillet grills/baskets for back in the day when you could still cook steaks, chicken or fish fillets over the fire.

One could buy short handle baskets in Corvallis, but only Wayne could get the long handle ones

and ….

More from Bob: Jay May remember this more accurately, but Wayne had a theory that summer steelhead were not native to the Siletz, but instead had evolved from trout stocking?

Yes. Wayne had fished the Siletz his entire life (born in 1914) and told me there were never any summer steelhead in  the river but  — lo and behold, they started showing up in the river subsequent to a series of hatchery trout stockings in Valsetz Lake in the Siletz headwaters.

Moore from Jay. Who remembers fishing Valsetz lake? The Timber Company Town in the coast range? They (timber Co.) dammed the headwaters to make a lake for log storage and delivery to  the sawmill.

Anyway,  Wayne said that sometime after “the hatchery trout planting program, summer steelhead began showing up in the North Fork of the Siletz. I asked the  ODFW District biologist, a guy i respected, about  this and he discounted the possibility.

Personally, I can see  it either  way. Could be native wild, or introduced wild.


Signs of the Pandemic May 13, 2020

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Lisa and I were walking on our daily route. around Safeway when we found this sad sight. An abandoned pack of Hostess DingDongs. Right there on the ground in the parking lot. On a normal day, we would have set upon them, ripped open the package, given them the sniff test, and each downed one in several bites. The Pandemic, however, caused us. to reconsider the consequences of such rash instinctive action. Ultimately, we carefully took them to a nearby “bin” for disposal.


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May each of you find your way through this day with a smile on your face, reflecting on some small part of the day’s events in the new context of the world.

I wish you health and some small joy, at least, in your life.



This day dawns with sunshine in my home – May 5, 2020

This day dawns with sunshine in my household.

I will only allow warm thoughts in my life today, and any others will be placed under a blank piece paper with a rock on top.

Jay Nicholas 2004 Rogue River Chinook

Photo Caption. September 2004. This fine Autumn Chinook took a Rainbow Clouser from where I was anchored in the Maple Tree Line at Clay Banks. Such a deep bodied specimen. A buck far from maturity, destined for spawning far upriver, perhaps around Grants Pass, but maybe further. Far downstream into the pool he ran, and I followed in my driftboat. Looking at the photo I cannot tell if this photo was from the “Bill” day or the “Larry” day. No matter, they were both warm days filled with salmon joy.

I have a few things to do today, all good. Nothing rushed. Some tidying and planning for future blog posts. And future books. And photography. And a little fly tying. All planning today, not really doing the work, but the planning is important, and about I am capable of at this moment.

May each of you have a day that brings you some measure of joy and sunshine, wherever you are.


Diary of the Quarantined Fly Tyer – 4-28-20

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Please excuse me. I have been too long absent from my blog. too much to do, not enough time.

I made out a schedule a few days ago to manage my weeks in self isolation here in the valley. That was a ha ha ha ha ha ha moment.

Since I have taken up baking and cooking and house keeping and tai chi and walks and even more cat worship than was usual, there is no time left. Zero. And when a significant chunk of my weekly hours are spoken  for …. by necessities in life …. lordy oh lordy.

The photo above is one of my first – maybe my very first –  Chinook Deceiver fished on the Nestucca in 2013. First day out, it was attractive to the springers. Miguel was there that day, and Rob, and maybe Jason, and possibly Guido and Jeff. We were all having fun that afternoon, all of us anchored on the east side of the Boat Hole on a high outgoing tide under overcast skies.

What happened to us?

What happened?

Is whatever it was that tore us apart so grievous as to be un-repairable?

I, for one, regret whatever my part was in the undoing.

Life is, we all know, shorter than any of us can predict.

I would rejoice the chance for a do-over; I’ve tried, and this is yet another shot at it.

Enough said. Time’s-a-wastin’.

Jay Nicholas – 2-28-20