Archive for December, 2009

Dunkard Ck. restoration — who should pay?

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

dunkard1.jpgA recent Associated Press item managed to catch my attention and raise my blood pressure at the same time.

The brief article — a rewrite of a Public Broadcasting report — said Division of Natural Resources biologists would attempt to restore some life to Monongalia County’s Dunkard Creek by transplanting forage fish into several miles of the polluted stream.

I did a slow burn when I read the piece because I couldn’t see why it should fall to the DNR to fix an environmental disaster caused jointly by a coal company, Consol Energy, and the state Department of Environmental Protection.

After all, it was Consol that discharged zillions of gallons of chloride-polluted water from its Blacksville No. 2 Mine. The chlorides, in turn, created ideal growing conditions for toxic algae to grow. The algae, in turn, killed off the stream’s bass, muskies, forage fish, crustaceans and insects (see accompanying photo).

And it was DEP officials that allowed Consol to discharge those zillions of gallons’ worth of chlorides in the first place.

Yes, that’s right. When DEP officials wrote Consol’s pollution-discharge permit, the chloride levels they allowed were high enough to turn a fresh-water stream brackish and trigger a toxic ”red tide.”

In the midst of my slow burn, I contacted Frank Jernejcic, the biologist quoted in the AP story. Jernejcic said AP and Public Broadcasting apparently misunderstood what he said.

“I said that we’d be monitoring whether forage fish moved in from Dunkard Creek’s tributaries,” he said. “We’re not going to transplant anything into the stream until we’re sure that the water quality is good enough, and until we have assurances that [a pollution-caused fish kill] won’t happen again.”

Jernejcic added that the DNR might eventually help reintroduce smallmouth bass and muskies into Dunkard’s main stream, but only after a food chain has been reestablished.

“In fish kills like this one, all the species that were wiped out tend to return within two years,” he said. “Not in the abundance they were before, mind you. But the basic building blocks of the food chain will be there.”

Let’s say Dunkard Creek is ready for game fish by 2012 or 2013. Should it fall to the DNR to incur the expense of restocking the stream? I don’t think so.

When a Norfolk Southern train derailed and spilled fish-killing chemicals into Pennsylvania’s Portage Run and Sinnemahoning Creek, the railroad paid $7.35 million to restore the streams to their previous condition

Strictly from a moral standpoint, Consol and DEP should foot the bill for any fish restoration efforts in Dunkard Creek, not the DNR. But there’s a problem with that; neither of them did anything that violated the letter of the law. Who, then, could make them pay?

Keep in mind that the DNR gets almost all its operating money through sales of hunting and fishing licenses. Again, should Dunkard’s anglers, having had a treasured resource wiped out through the joint mindlessness of a coal company and a government watchdog agency, be required to pay to repair the damage?

I think not.

There’s an old poem that suits this situation perfectly, and it goes like this:

“The law doth punish man or woman/who steals the goose from off the common,/but lets the greater felon loose/who steals the common from the goose.”

(Note to readers: Just minutes before getting a phone call from Jernejcic explaining the AP and Public Broadcasting misunderstanding, I put up a post quite different from this one. It was a blogger’s equivalent of going off half-cocked. I took down the previous post and replaced it with this one. So if you saw the previous post, now you know why it disappeared.)

W.Va. bucks losing antlers early this year

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

zachantlers.jpgZach Adkins had a 10-point buck in his sights when he pulled the muzzleloader’s trigger. The next time he saw the buck, half its rack was gone. By the time he put his hands on the fallen animal, it had no antlers at all.

By backtracking through deep snow, Adkins was able to find the antlers the buck had shed after being shot. But the incident got him wondering just why the deer had jettisoned its headgear.

The answer, said Division of Natural Resources biologist Chris Ryan, is poor nutrition. West Virginia experienced its poorest mast crop in 40 years this past fall, and deer didn’t have much to eat. Ryan said malnourished bucks sometimes shed their antlers sooner than they otherwise might.

So a word of caution to bowhunters hoping to close out the year by bagging a wall-hanger: Handle the antlers with care. If they pop off, the rack can’t be officially scored.

Morgantown considers urban deer hunt

Monday, December 28, 2009

citydeer.jpgLike many West Virginia cities, Morgantown has a lot of deer running around inside it.

The town’s political leaders are trying to decide whether to hold an urban deer-hunting season. Division of Natural Resources biologist Steve Rauch gave them some advice: Don’t go crazy with restrictions.

Rauch said, in essence, that the idea of having a season is to reduce the size of the deer herd; too many rules, regulations and restrictions make it hard to achieve that goal.

Methinks Rauch might have had Charleston’s experience in mind when he gave that advice. Charleston’s city fathers opened a bow-only urban season three years ago, but they restricted hunters to tracts of land more than 5 acres in size and charged them a hefty fee to participate. The Charleston hunts have yielded only a handful of kills each year, and have yet to make a dent in the whitetail population.

Weirton, Wheeling and Barboursville have enjoyed much better success with their urban seasons by imposing fewer restrictions.

Kentucky bear hunters go 0-for-season

Monday, December 28, 2009

bearsnow.jpgI think it would be fair to call Kentucky’s first modern bear-hunting season a disappointment.

The two-day season, held Dec. 19-20 in Letcher, Harlan and Pike counties, ended without a single bear being killed. Kentucky wildlife officials blamed the poor kill on a winter storm that blanketed the area under heavy snow.

Steven Dobey, bear biologist for the state Department of Fish and Wildlife Resources, said the snow prevented hunters from getting into areas where bears were.

Oh, well. Hunters had waited nearly 100 years for a season to open; one more shouldn’t make that much difference.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

I’ll be opening presents, enjoying family and eating myself blind tomorrow — like most of you, I suppose.

So — Merry Christmas!

Hope yours is the best ever. I’ll be back with more posts on Saturday.

Leupold issues counterfeit scope warning

Thursday, December 24, 2009

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The folks at Leupold, a company renowned for making high-quality riflescopes, are warning consumers that cheap Chinese knockoffs of their top-of-the-line Leupold Mark 4 scopes are showing up in the American market.

Here’s the Leupold news release:

Leupold® is issuing a customer alert to purchasers of products, particularly via Internet sales, in regards to bogus Leupold products that are apparently being illegally imported from the People’s Republic of China. These products bear many of the marks and trade dress of current Leupold & Stevens riflescopes making them very hard to distinguish externally from authentic Leupold products.
In recent months, counterfeited Leupold Mark 4® riflescopes have begun to arrive with increasing regularity at the firm’s Beaverton, Oregon, headquarters for service. These products are not manufactured by Leupold and are not covered by the Leupold Full Lifetime Guarantee.
Leupold employs serial number tracking for all its riflescopes, so if a customer finds a scope that is suspect, he or she can simply write down the serial number and call 1-800-LEUPOLD to confirm if it is indeed authentic.
In general, most of the scopes appear to originate from Hong Kong (People’s Republic of China), and have “Leupold Mark 4” laser engraved on the bottom of the turret in a silver etch, while the black ring on the objective is etched in white and does not include the name “Leupold.” The scopes also do not bear the Leupold medallion, a mark all Leupold scopes will always possess. An authentic Mark 4 riflescope will always be engraved black on black and have the name “Leupold” engraved on the black ring.

Hat tip: J.R. Absher at The Outdoor Pressroom

Snow traps W.Va. bear hunters

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

snowhemlock.jpgSeven bear hunters got to experience just how cold West Virginia’s Cold Knob can be.

Last weekend’s snowstorm trapped them on top of the 4,020-foot-high mountain in western Greenbrier County. More than 3 feet of snow blanketed the summit, and high winds created drifts more than 7 feet deep. One of the hunters was able to contact the Division of Natural Resources by radio Saturday afternoon, but rescue crews couldn’t get through until Monday.

Hunters at two camps were rescued late Monday; hunters at a third camp were rescued Tuesday afternoon. None of the hunters was injured.

A Christmas greeting

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

whitepine.jpgChristmas is a time of family, and of remembering all the good parts about Christmases past. In that spirit, I offer this week’s Gazette-Mail column:

The surrounding hills, gray and leafless when I left the house, had started turning white by the time I reached the little grove of pines tucked back into a narrow hollow.
Snowflakes dusted the shoulders of my high-school letterman’s jacket. They contrasted sharply with dark blue wool, and they clung wetly to my bare hand when I brushed them away. My family had grown tired of putting up an artificial Christmas tree every year, and I had volunteered to cut a real one. It seemed only fitting that I do so.
Mom and Dad had gotten the artificial tree several years before, mostly because they feared real ones would make my allergies worse. I was a puny, sickly kid, allergic to seemingly everything. The allergies triggered frequent asthma attacks. One year I missed 37 days of school.
The tide began to turn when I discovered four things, all at roughly the same time – fishing, hunting, the Boy Scouts and athletics. In a few short years, they transformed a sedentary bookworm into a healthy, active teenager.
A series of allergy shots helped, I’m sure. As the allergies eased up, the asthma attacks became less and less frequent. Hikes in the woods and basketball games in the backyard built up my lungs and put meat on my frame.
The snow fell a little harder as I scanned the pine thicket for a suitable specimen. It needed to be between 6 and 7 feet tall. Any shorter and it wouldn’t fill the corner of the living room always reserved for the tree; any taller and there wouldn’t be room for the cardboard-and-glitter treetop star Dad had made years before when money was especially short.
I smiled as I remembered how Dad had used a compass and straightedge to draft a perfect five-pointed star. He had forgotten most of what he’d learned in his college geometry class, but he remembered how to construct that star. We had long since been able to afford a store-bought tree topper, but “Dad’s Star” helped us appreciate what we had by reminding us of a time when we weren’t nearly as well off.
The ax’s handle felt reassuringly warm as I planted my boots in the snow and prepared to cut. One swing. Two. Three. A final blow, and the tree toppled to the ground.
I grabbed it near its top and swung it back upright. Like most young white pines, it had a long, bare stretch of trunk just below the topmost branches. It would have to do, though. Fraser firs, Scotch pines and other “traditional” Christmas-tree species didn’t grow wild in southern West Virginia. White pines and hemlocks were the only evergreens that were free for the taking, and hemlocks weren’t the right shape.
Snow cascaded from the tree’s branches as I slung it over my right shoulder.
A few years before, that much weight would have seemed an impossible burden to lift, much less to carry a mile and a half to the house. Now its heft hardly seemed burdensome at all. A vigorous adolescence, spent mostly outdoors, had seen to that.
The pungent aroma of pinesap filled my nostrils as I started toward home. The wind picked up. Swirling snowflakes transformed the nearby hills into looming ghostly presences.
I should have felt cold, but I didn’t. God had blessed me with good health and the strength to do something special for my family. This would be a special Christmas indeed.
And it was.

WVDEP to Consol: OK to resume Dunkard discharges

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

dunkard1.jpgWhat do you do if you’re an environmental protection agency and you let a mining company kill off all the fish and bugs in a popular fishing stream?

Apparently you allow the company to resume polluting — after an appropriate mourning period, of course.

From the Associated Press:

MORGANTOWN, W.Va. (AP) – West Virginia regulators are allowing Consol Energy to resume pumping mine water into a creek where golden algae killed thousands of fish and other aquatic life in September.
The state Department of Environmental Protection said Monday that discharges into Dunkard Creek from Consol’s Blacksville No. 2 mine will be allowed through April 30.
But chloride discharges will be limited to 860 milligrams per liter when the water temperature is 50 degrees or higher.
Federal investigators have said high levels of total dissolved solids helped the algae flourish.
Scott Mandirola with the DEP’s Division of Water and Waste Management says golden algae is less likely to bloom and produce toxins in cooler water temperatures.

Hats off to a witty reader

Friday, December 18, 2009

speakout.jpgI agree with my friend Don Surber, whose wildly popular blog appears in our sister paper the Daily Mail. The clip in the accompanying photo was almost certainly intended to be sarcastic.

That doesn’t make it any less amusing.

The clip appeared in the Speakout column of the Kankakee, Ill., Daily Record, roughly a year ago. I guess that makes it an oldie, but a goodie.

For those of you who might have trouble reading the photo, here’s what the clip says:

“To all you hunters who kill animals for food, shame on you. You ought to go to the store and buy the meat that was made there, where no animals were harmed.”

Too funny!