NOWA Constitution & By-Laws Changes

 The proposed changes laid out in the accompanying copy of the NOWA Constitution and Bylaws are the final version that the NOWA Board of Directors has recommended for your approval.

The great majority of the proposals are for housekeeping purposes – to correct grammatical or style errors, for example, or to describe a passage’s intent with more clarity.

 Two of the proposals, however, are a bit more substantive, and the board wishes to call them to your attention. One would reduce the number of board members to six from nine, and the other would eliminate the position of second vice president, a position that no one currently holds.

The board decided to sponsor both proposals after lengthy discussion that focused on the current size of NOWA’s membership and on the difficulty of recruiting members to participate in NOWA’s governance. The board believes that a modest reduction in the required numbers of officers and board will make the government leaner and more agile, and better able to respond readily to the organization’s needs.

A two-thirds “yes” vote is required to adopt all changes.

Please renew your membership by February 1st so you can vote on this important matter. We’ll get the electronic ballots distributed very soon.

2020 NOWA Excellence in Craft Contest

It’s time to submit your entries for the 2020 NOWA Excellence in Craft Contest!

Here is the contest entry form and rules: 2020 NOWA EIC Contest. The deadline for submissions is February 1, 2021. Also, here are entry forms only if you need extras: 2020 NOWA EIC Contest Entry Form

It’s understood the contest submission guidelines can be a little confusing; this is for the blind judging process. Last year NOWA offered to prepare your contest entry for a fee of $3 for members and $5 for non-members; this was a big hit so we are doing it again this year. This preparation service is for categories 1-6 only & all proceeds will go to NOWA. If you’re interested in this service please mail your entry to NOWA, PO Box 888, Tualatin, OR 97062 or email to

QUESTIONS? Call Matt Liere at 509-202-7790 or email: and/or call Dave Kilhefner at 503-692-1520 or email:

Good luck everyone!

Alaska Article Needed


One of our Editors is looking for a story on fishing for species other than salmon (rainbows, dollies, grayling, pike) on the upper Nushagak and/or its tributaries.  The article should be about 2500 words long, with a dozen great photos.

Deadline to submit the article is not later than October 1st. Payment depends upon experience.

If you are a NOWA Member, Contact Dave Kilhefner (  for details.

Building Your Online Brand

If you’re on the NOWA mailing list you know that each month we ask what you’ve been up to for our member news.

This month Randy Bonner replied that he was holding a giveaway for Mack’s Lure products on Instagram. As the outdoor writing industry has been going thru many changes over the past decade, I was intrigued  what the benefits of this activity would be and emailed Randy, asking him to give me a call thinking that would be easier than emailing back and forth.

Randy replied “I’ll have to call you later, but I can write you from the turkey blind 🙂” and then sent me this:

In my opinion, especially with the way things are going with the print industry and the economy, we’re all in this together, and that goes for the advertisers, publishers, and writers, putting together content for readers that keeps them engaged. For now, a lot of the reaction I’ve gotten from this is coming from Washington, where people can’t fish, but it’s definitely on their minds. A giveaway is more than just stuff, it’s something that gets people excited about getting back on the water (or in the woods). It’s a thank you to Mack’s for sponsoring NOWA. It’s also a way for me, as an outdoor writer, to continue growing my (online) brand, when the inevitable transition of focus is going towards web traffic as readers lose interest in print subscriptions. I love contributing to both, and they both have their place. But building a web of online networking through publications, advertisers, writers, and readers is what seems to keep people engaged. And let’s be honest, who doesn’t like free stuff???

I emailed Randy a well deserved Thank You and soon got this reply “Had to cut it short because a pair of gobblers was closing in fast. Thanks for being my good luck charm!”

A big Thank You to Randy for the Instagram Tip and to Mack’s Lure!





NOWA President Dennis Clay Passes

It is with a heavy heart we announce the passing of our President and longtime NOWA member Dennis Clay after a battle with cancer.

Dennis helped our organization get through it’s darkest days, and his dedication to our organization and contributions as a professional outdoors writer, broadcaster and photographer will not be forgotten. Our prayers go out to Garnet Wilson and the rest of Dennis Clay’s family.

Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minnesota

from Peter Schroeder

Sunday, February 9, 2020

            For those who have missed my background, in 1980 I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a cancer of the bone marrow, which can be treated but not cured. It was then and is still considered today one of four terminal cancers. I contracted MM as a young engineering/physicist working amid ambient nuclear radiation in the Western Pacific Nuclear Atmospheric Test areas and underground nuclear-testing facilities at the Nevada Test Site. (For reference, all the nearby survivors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki contracted MM and related cancers, and most died within a year or two.) Forty years I have been in remission, one of the longest-known MM survivors, until I cracked my sternum last fall in a freak accident. This led to exams by my Seattle doctors as well as the Myeloma Center at UCSF and a month ago at Mayo. Now we’re back at Mayo for the recommended radiation treatment.

            After completing the first of three scheduled weeks at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, receiving five daily dosages of 3.5 Grays (350 Rads) each, I’m surprised (and delighted) I feel as healthy and fit as ever with no signs of fatigue, skin ablation, or other side effects. At each treatment. I’m bombarded by protons traveling 2/3rds the speed of light that are programmed to screech to a halt at the recently discovered tumor hiding behind my sternum where they dump their full energy (Bragg Peak). Unlike X-Rays, Cobalt rays, or other forms of radiation that continue through the body and wreak havoc on the heart or other organs, protons can be programmed to engage once they hit the cancerous mass.

            Risa and I are settled in a nice Airbnb near downtown Rochester and make daily visits throughout the clinic not only for daily radiation sessions but for appointments with doctors and specialists as well as lab work and other tests on my heart, kidneys, liver, lungs, and more. This is typical Mayo in not missing anything. Mayo lives up to its reputation as the premier medical center in the country with dozens of high-rise medical buildings and a handful of hospitals connected with each other and the entire downtown with a network of underground walking tunnels and skyways, all well illuminated and decorated with art, fabrics, and colorful painted walls. In addition to the medical facilities, the underground network holds restaurants, retail shops, hotels, and commercial facilities. Blizzards above, California weather below.

            The patients are equally intriguing. Heads of state often come, and I’ve seen people from the Middle East and Africa in their flowing robes and national dress. In the past week I have spoken with visitors from Kenya, Somalia, Qatar, and elsewhere who seek specialized medical attention. Often these national leaders are accompanied by heads of their government departments (possibly to assure there will be no coup in their absence) as well as numerous bodyguards. Many receive protection from the U.S. Secret Service including the Dalai Lama who checks in every two years for his physical. The Saudis in particular have embraced Mayo. The royal family flies directly to Rochester each fall in two 747s (they paid to have the runway extended) and  fill up several hotels they own. One plane is for the family and the other transports everything they buy on shopping excursions to the Mall of America in Minneapolis.

            Celebrities come here although they are often registered under false names and given private access to protect them from well-meaning crowds. Buildings are adorned with the names of the rich and famous with testaments how they or their loved ones have been treated. For example, the president of the U.A.E., Sheik Zayed bin Sultan donated $25 million to create a new cardiovascular center. The proton-beam radiation-therapy machine that treats me cost $220 million and was a gift from an Iowa businessman. U.S. News & World Report ranks Mayo Clinic as the #1 hospital overall and #1 in more specialties than any other hospital in the nation.

            Must say, I’m glad to be here.

Texas Panhandle Pig Hunting



PANHANDLE PIGS by Bernard Brown

“You never know what lays over the next hill” may be a saying, but in hunting, it is a command to be obeyed.

Any rise, large or small, requires a get-off-and-probe-the-ground-ahead approach.

The Texas Panhandle, Mid-January, each  mesquite a skeleton of its summer self, a gentle breeze easing down from the Prairie Dog Town Fork of the Red River; we had everything in our favor, and wanted to keep it that way!

KK and I eased over the crest, and there, 125 yards, grunting, pushing-just being pigs-were ten or so, sized from brown-black weaners to a two-hundred-pound white sow, milling undisturbed.

Being the guest shooter, and a meat hunter, I picked out a shoat and squeezed off a shot.  Bingo!

Free range, organic Meat!

A quick cleaning, up on the rack of the Polaris, and, thirty minutes after daylight, the 80 pound gilt was hanging on the gambrel.

With the liver on ice, carcass cooling in perfect weather, a celebratory Louisiana strong black coffee, (KK is a coon-ass Cajun) we were headed back out, hoping for more action!

More offensive action was slow coming! Though we had 10,000 acres to hunt, decent dirt roads to travel around and through the copper-red canyons, ambush spots aplenty, the pigs were winning this round, on defense.

We spotted more whitetail does and “el chaparral” (Wiley Coyotes’ nemesis) than pigs the rest of the day and next.

But, as in most ventures, patience, careful scouting, picking a good location and timing are synonymous with luck!


Patience, we are told, is a virtue: though not terribly virtuous, I had patiently planned to resume pig hunting for years.  Renewing a wonderful relationship born in West Texas some 20 years earlier, KK and I had managed to put together a mutually agreeable time to meet.

Timing is everything, we are told.

Our inaugural reunion, timed in early May last year, followed a winter of near record precipitation.  Tall, abundant and waving in the breeze, the wild array of “Only-In-Texas” spring flowers made pigs beyond hard to spot.   So hard to find in the brilliant blazes of dancing flowers, the soft green of freshly-leaved mesquite and fanning shadows that we killed one pig in five days of effort!  Timing is everything!

But the hunt is paramount to the kill, right?

KK, a practicing petroleum engineer, with a wall full of patents, approaches cooking as robustly as designing oil field tools, and hunting.

Hunting was good, killing was bad, but eating was great!   An epicure cook in camp means superb food!


Following two sunny, cool, pleasant but fruitless days, this afternoon’s sky of high windswept cirrus and cirrocumulus portended rain, and a much colder temperature!

Assuming the sounders of swine would be feeding ahead of the cold front, we bird-dogged likely spots for evidence.  One broad, brushy arroyo showed fresh tracks.  Setting up on an overlooking hill, we prepared to stand till dark.

We didn’t have to.  Within an hour, a passel of pigs came to the closest-thing-to-water and tender green grass that we, or they, could find.

The Nosler 28, on a Browning X Bolt Frame, barked again; another gilt down, headed for the camp gambrel.

Dark, boring in with the now-angry sky, herded us to the harbor of camp, KK’S simmering elk chili, and a cold Shiner.

The saying in Texas is “drought is busted by flood”.  Rain raged and the thermometer plunged.

We awoke to 20 degrees with the hanging pigs, and everything else, thoroughly iced!

After a lengthy session of tenderly ragging the windscreen of Mr. Ranger, – Ice, Plexiglas, and scrapers don’t mix-we were back at it.

Another day riding, hiking, and hunting produced a single sighting of one more roadrunner, and one wily coyote.

Setting up on a high spot in late afternoon, this time in a protective shelter, rewarded us with a fat whitetail doe to round out the larder of liver and meat!

The following, and final, morning had us scrambling to get the deer hided, quartered and into the ice chests with the hogs.

With camp policed and squared, we drove our separate ways; KK to a bit warmer part of Texas, me to the snow and cold I had escaped a week hence in Idaho.

A great reunion, productive and with a planned encore.  Meanwhile, good eating!