I had a problem. I went to the mouth of the Deschutes several times this year and hiked and biked up to some of the best spots and never got into a summer steelhead. After several trips and nothing I was getting rather bummed. On one of the previous trips Jeff Hickman (awesome guide) was flinging by in his sled and I got a nice take, but the fish came off when it jumped. That started me thinking about a trip I was lucky enough to be on with Jeff last year which was the last summer steelhead that I caught on the Deschutes. What I realized is that I have been wearing the wrong hat. I have been going after summer steelhead while wearing my lucky winter steelhead hat.
Ok, ok. I joke.
It was nice to get into a nice fish though. Funny enough I got the first steelhead about three casts into the day and the other right when I told myself it was time to pack out as the darkness was closing in quick. All that fun and a really nice redside trout to boot (I think it’s a redside in the image below, or is it a small steelhead? Anyone know).
Here is a link to my 2010 trip with Jeff Hickman and our Idylwilde hats (my lucky summer steelhead hat).
The lucky summer steelhead hat:
The first good haul of chantrelles are in the dehydrator and I am exhausted from finding them. I got out of the house over the kids afternoon nap and bolted out west as quick as my car could take me. The whole drive I was running through possible spots in my head trying to decide which would have the best chances with the limited rain we got in September.
I couldn’t believe the amount of people that were out picking today, but most of them were right along the road (I don’t like brake dust chantelles) or in the completely wrong spot. With all the people out I decided to hike way in and ended up on top of one of the hills. I was finding white chantrelles here and there, but no the quantity I was looking for so I headed back down the hill to the moister valleys. I thought that most of these areas would be picked over by the large amount of people out, but I was wrong. I got my haul within two hours and headed home. My legs are burning from the hiking, but I couldn’t be happier. My daughter helped me clean them all off and after she went to bed my wife and I chopped all of them up while chatting away. Life is so good sometimes.
I also saw what I guess is a huge bee or wasp nest. It was about fourteen inches across and six inches tall. I flipped it on its side to see if there was any sign of life, but it was silent. And kind of freaky.