For an apex predator that can grow up to 20 pounds or more, range over hundreds of miles and has been called the river wolf, the bull trout has had a tough time of it.
First, there's the name. The trout-looking fish with bright orange spots and a brown torpedo-like body is really no trout at all – it's actually part of the char family.
Once widespread across the Rockies and Northwest, the bull trout has been reduced to a fraction of its historic population and range, surviving in a few strongholds, like the Metolius River where the combination of clear, cold spring-fed flows and minimal human impacts allow the fish to thrive. But these types of refuges have become few and father between as human development and related impacts encroach on the few remaining corners of the West, a challenge for bull trout who are particularly sensitive to water quality and temperatures. The bull trout's need for pristine habitat has earned it the reputation of an indicator species, the proverbial canary in the coal mine, as Sierra Club conservation director and fishing guide Jeff Hickman puts it.
Mission Critical: A mislabeled fish species might be the best chance to restore the upper Deschutes
Trashy Problem, Classy Solution
Like the large intestine, trash receptacles are something you don't pay much attention to when they're there, but you sure miss them when they're gone.
Thanks to the financial hole the City of Bend has dug itself into, downtown trash receptacles almost went away. Thanks to the Downtown Bend Business Association and Bend Garbage and Recycling, they've been saved – at least for a while.
About 30 of the receptacles – those big, black steel jobs that stand on the sidewalks – were installed by the Bend Urban Renewal Agency more than a decade ago as part of a program to improve and beautify downtown. But this year the city decided it could no longer afford the $20,000-a-year expense of having them emptied.
Ain't No Party Like A Tea Party: Cuddly mustaches, Freemasons and Anna Nicole's millions
The author has been sent on the road to discover a lost country formerly known as America. He is reporting from an ER, demanding universal care for a dangerous mind and ravaged liver after uploading Or Bust's 100th episode (all in under a year) on assignment for Or-Bust.com and The Source Weekly.
That Didn't Hurt At All, Did It?
Now that Obama has signed health care reform (kinda, sorta) into law, let's look at how costly (the health insurance biz spent $200 million lobbying against it) and bloody it was. Rep. Emanuel Cleaver (D-MO) was spat upon and called “N” (let's call it “Ninny” because the GOP and Tea Party enthusiasts aren't racist – according to themselves) yet Cleaver still declined to press charges when the racist honker was arrested by police; Rep. John Lewis (D-GA) was also called Ninny, with the Civil Rights veteran offering, “There's a lot of downright hate and anger and people are just being downright mean.” GOP and Tea Party racists soon proved homophobic too, verbally assaulting Rep. Barney Frank (D-Mass) as he floated up the capitol's steps, a bundle of sticks in his hand (a “faggot” by definition – which of course he was called).
America The Divided
I have sat long enough scratching my head in dismay as I listen to very angry people scream about taking back the government. I watch a woman's face distorted in rage scream, “Go back home!” to a group of Mexican-Americans who are attempting to talk to their congressman. Politicians, rather than decry this type of communication, take advantage of this lack of civility and use it to get re-elected.
For The Love of Mary
Hey editor in charge and, or, chief. This new article by Mary Sojourner… this person knows how to write and write well, as in spelling. What is she doing at the back of your weekly, so full of ads that you even put a half page next to hers?
You don't have many writers in your weekly that know how to write besides Bruce Miller (who also knows punctuation – yay Bruce!)
Supersuckers, Steve Earle Coming to Bend
…and in that order, too.
The Supersuckers, a hard-nosed rockabilly crew from Seattle who’ve made a few stops in town over the years, have been booked by Random Presents at the Domino Room on Friday, April 9. Fronted by the boisterous Eddie Spaghetti, the Supersuckers were born out of the early ‘90s Seattle scene and have toured with big acts like Pearl Jam over the years.
Ride On: Changes coming at both the Maston and Horse Ridge
The first day of spring tuned out not only to be a glorious one weather-wise but also one that proved a good news day for two local mountain bike areas on BLM lands-Horse Ridge and The Maston Allotment.
First to how the good news was delivered.
News from the World of Weird: Clothesline War Continues
Ever wonder what happened to Bend’s Clothesline Lady? She hasn’t gone away or given up – she’s still out there fighting.
The back story: More than two years ago, Susan Taylor decided to start hanging clothes to dry on a line outside her Awbrey Butte home.
Big Music Videos in Bend: Jah Sun goes futuristic with Far From Earth Films
Bend doesn’t seem like the place where a high-end music video would be under construction, but that’s essentially what was going on a couple weeks ago at Rage Films’ studio.
It was there that Tim Cash from Far From Earth Films was directing the music video for reggae/dance hall star Jah Sun, the pride of Humboldt County.
The Screech Owl Doesn’t…: Let's find these diminutive hooters in Central Oregon
Screech Owl
All night each reedy whinny
from a bird no bigger than a heart
flies out of a tall black pine
and, in a breath, is taken away
by the stars. Yet, with small hope
from the center of darkness
it calls out again and again.
– Ted Kooser, Nebraska Poet Laureate
Ted Kooser's got that right – that's what they are, and that's what they do: whinny. Screech owls are no bigger than a human heart, and they do call at night, especially in the spring, but I’ve never heard one “screech.”

