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Man, I love the Deschutes

With wind, cold,  and rain descending on Oregon I couldn’t make up my mind the night before what to do the next day. The road that heads to the Deschutes (84) is one of the worst roads I have ever driven in bad weather. Huge ruts with standing water and wind that is desperately trying to push you over the edge into the Columbia. I had to go though. The cold weather always signals an end to Deschutes trips and the start of the coastal steelheading. Only problem is I love fishing the Deschutes so much. I got there and landed a small steelhead within the first 30 minutes. So I decided with the skunking I had the previous trip out off I would hike up the miles to my favorite spots one last time. I fished my first favorite area and nothing so I headed up to a great run and fished the whole thing and still nothing. A little bummed I headed back to favorite area and decided I was going to get a fish from that spot. So I stood there like some type of dork who could not get the point and worked my grid system out foot by foot. Then I got into the beauty up above. After a beautiful fight and several aerial displays I got the fish to the slow water and managed to throw my camera up in the grass and self timer the picture. I totally rejoiced in letting the beautiful wild fish go. I walked out to the end of the area and looked back up and felt sad that I would not be back to that are for months. The river has had so many awesome memories this year and over the past few years. I love going there and can’t wait for the weather to warm and bring in the 2014 summer run.

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All Day

When I got home from fishing on Saturday my wife asked how the day was. I told her I had fished hard all day and within the last 45 minuets before the sun went down I finally hooked a steelhead. She looked at me and said “I can’t believe…” and trailed off. What she was going to say is that she can’t believe that I am willing to be out all day casting and not catch anything. Sometimes when I am on the river and not hooking fish I wonder about what I am doing too. Is this the right fly? Right depth? Right run? All I can do is put on flies I trust in and work the runs I know always hold fish. It’s funny to think that just years back I would be totally ecstatic if I even caught one twelve inch fish in a day. Know I get bummed if I go out and don’t catch at least one steelhead.

Alex hooked five that day and landed two. He also caught the mother of all sucker fish. We saw Haddis Catch up on the river and met up with him in the pitch black back at the parking lot. We all headed to Double Mountain in Hood River for some killer pizza and beer and sat around discussing  our obsession. One thing that I really thought was interesting is when Haddis Catch mentioned that more and more the Deschutes River steelhead are not cutting it excitement wise. “Maybe head to the Clearwater or the Dean for some monster steelhead?” was mentioned. It is funny that I can still remember just years ago the pure adrenaline rush when I hooked my first steelhead and now I am in the same boat wondering about where to go to test my skills on some larger fish.

ps: Yes I have fished the Clearwater (here is the post) and yes I landed several of the monster B run steelhead, but that was with a guide and not using my own flies, water reading, and knowledge to get the fish.

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A Little Pre-work Exploring

I went to the Hood River office for the company I work for on Thursday and I thought that since I had only ever fished the mouth of the river I would explore up a little farther. Totally unnecessary as the mouth under the trestles is a great spot, but I love to find new runs anywhere I can.  A few miles south of town there was a pull out with a good hike down a steep hill that dropped you into a great hole. A little hike up and you came upon this great bridge over the water pipe (I think it;s a water pipe. Correct me in comments if you know different). Just above the pipe there was a great run where I got a take, but no set. My phone alarm went off at 8:45 and it was time to pack up, hike up the hill, and head to the office. I made it by 9. I could get used to living in a town with a river running like this one running through it.

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First

My younger brother and I finally decided on a date in the fall for him and his wife to come visit. They wanted to experience some of the awesome benefits of living in the Pacific North West. We decided two things we had to do were mushroom hunting and getting him into his first steelhead. The mushroom part I was fine with. I can find them all over the place and never go home skunked. The steelhead part, well…

I decided the only way to go about this was to take him on a march from the mouth of the Deschutes to parts of the river I am familiar with. When we got there I would put him right on the prime spots and say “fish from here to here”. I felt a little sill not having him cover large amounts of water, but in a few sections up there I know where the fish are stacked and I figures they offered the best possibility of fish. After an hour or so at the first spot I was starting to get nervous. He place a bunch of great casts right through the heart of the spot and nothing. All I could do was stand and watch his line. It was hard to head up river, but we did. He was right in the prime spot in the new run and still we were not finding any takers. I decided to walk a little down river and fish as I always fish better without people right around me so I thought the same might go for him. After 30 minuets or so in that upper run I started worrying about where we would go next as these were my two best spots, then I hear the hum of the reel. FISH ON!! I ran up river to him and tries to patently remind him to breathe. It was such a fun experience to get someone into there first steelhead. About ten minuets later he got into the fish above. Two steelhead on your first day trying, pretty awesome bro!

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Once

After an amazing report from Alex who made it out to the Deschutes on a Friday (must be nice to be your own boss) I was super excited to head out early Saturday morning. Yes it had been raining for several days and I knew the worst of the winter storm was going to hit while I was away, but I couldn’t resist. Everything was ready the night before. Car all packed, coffee maker set for 4:30am, water in the microwave ready to be nuked for some oatmeal. Unfortunately I got out of bed a few times to pop out a few flies that I had on my mind to test out, but such is the affliction of us who tie our own flies.

Rain was already in the tire ruts making driving ridiculously bad along I-84—the worst maintained road I have ever driven on. As the sun was cracking in the sky I had the spey and switch rod rigged and was heading to the water. Of course the bait guys were already down near the river gauge wire, but I jumped in below someone (after asking, come on people be nice, it’s just fishing) throwing a spinner. There were salmon jumping everywhere around me, but Alex said he had done well in this section with steelhead the day before so I swung on through the run. Just as I was near the end of the run my whole rod tried to leap out of my hands. I knew in an instant that it was not a steelhead. After a 30 minute fight on my 7 weight Beulah switch rod I managed to land this 30-odd pound king salmon. What a wild ride!

After I snagged a passerby to snap a photo for me I decided to get out of the salmon area and headed upriver above rattlesnake. You could see that the water was starting to turn off color from the rain and the White River. I settled into one of my favorite spots. I sat down to have lunch and watch the river. I got all rigged up and decided to start in the best part of the run and on second cast I had a large steelhead on.

I have been to the river many times and hooked a steelhead in the first few casts and not hooked another fish all day. Please, please don’t let this be one of those days I thought. I worked back up to the favorite spot and put a few more casts through. Nothing. I pulled the line in and inspected my choice of fly. Nah, leave it on. If one liked it maybe he has friends. More casts, nothing. Then after several minutes I got another fish on, YES! Alright let this one go, work back to the top of the run. Cast. Fish on! WHAT! Yep, that happened for five fish in a row. It was just silly. I sat down for awhile to give the run a rest and bask in the beauty of what just happened. While by the end of the day there were twelve (yep, twelve) steelhead hooked. I really wanted to stay Sunday, but could see the river getting muddy and the wind had become so bad you could hardly stand in the gusts. I did one of the scariest drives I have ever done through the sideways wind and rain to get home, ran into the house and cracked a celebratory Ninkasi (best beer). That trip will probably never happen to me again, but hey a guy can hope, right?

Bighorn

I can now check fish the Bighorn off my list thanks to my dad. Three days of guided fishing? yes, please! It is really a crazy river. The nutrient rich water from the dam makes the fish grow quick and there are a ton of them. As we floated along you could look down in the water and watch dozens of fish run off. And they were every where in the river. One particularly fun thing was to be able to fish for trout from a boat. I have only fished from a boat in Idaho for steelhead before. Sure I have floated around on my own in a personal boat, but with someone else rowing I got to practice up on streamer fishing and it was a blast.

Awesome food was enjoyed very night and some really awesome stories from my dads fishing buddies. Thanks for the great time dad!

I fished dry flies to the above fish for a good 30 minuets before I was able to hook him in that riffle behind me. The first fish on my moms new 3 weight!

Some beautiful horses decided the grass was greener on the other side of the river. What an awesome thing to watch while you eat lunch.

First haul of 2013


With the heavy rains we had a few weeks back and the warmer weather we received right after I have been  itching to get out and see what type of yummy bounty the woods has produced. So with a three and and half hours on Saturday morning I ran out to the coast range. I only saw one other car with people collecting mushrooms. I made the rounds to my favorite spots and found loads of mushrooms at each one. It is so fun to get out there before all the other Portlanders get out there and pick all my chantrelles. I left over half the ones I found in hopes that they would be overlooked by other harvesters and make a larger yield next year or that they would grow for my next time out.

Two for two

Two trips and no skunkin’. Hope I can get back out there one more time in September, but its a jam packed month.

Seeing as it was Labor Day I opted for the show up late and fish till dark method. With the insane numbers of cars and boat trailers that were at the mouth it seems like it was a good call. I got out of the car and hiked for a solid 45 minutes without going down to the water once. I found Haddis Catch up at the end of my hike and surprisingly there was not another person that far up the river.

Summer Run 2013

Only one trip out to the Deschutes so far this season, but my what a trip it ended up being. Alex and I didn’t get out with the massive crowds in the early morning instead we chose the stay late method and got most of the river to ourselves. There was a crazy gold glow everywhere due to the fire over the hills near The Dalles that made for some crazy rich photos. The beautiful fish above was right on the side of a rock just above some really large rapids. Lucky for me the fish went upriver into some lovely slow water and not downriver. It had a gorgeous tail, but I am still not used to shooting my own fish with a SLR so I managed to cut of much of the fish in all the other shots.

Rev ‘er on up to head back home!

The little guy above was one of the most aerial steelhead I have landed. Every time it would jump I would drop my rod tip and just wait and pray that the tension wold still be there.

Alex tying on a Freight Train.

Needless to say, I can’t wait to get back out there.