Went fishing!!

Can you believe it?! It has been months and months and.. Well, it has been too long. I'm happy to say I got a couple days of fishing in.

I was up in Washington/Oregon looking for a place to live. Now that we sold our place down here in California, we needed somewhere to put our junk. This was not a pleasant process. Let me tell you. Finding a rental was harder than selling our house. What was supposed to be a quick weekend getaway ended up being 12 days of living in hotels and even in the back of my car. Not much fun. Well, except for the fishing.

Somewhere in there, while waiting for our credit check to go through, I decided to head to the Deschutes and give her a try. While it isn't quite prime time for steelhead, I figured a day on the water would be good for me.

The Deschuttes is a couple/few hours from Portland. The drive was nothing compared to what I'm used to around here in California. Sputtering along the Columbia river, Hwy 84 takes you all the way to the Deschuttes Recreation Area. It was an easy drive through some truly beautiful scenery. What starts out as lush green forests, turns to desert conditions by the time you hit the D. Temps on the drive were comfortable 70's and 80's. However, while approaching my destination, the temp started rising well over 90 and close to 100. Quite a change in climates. What was green, was now brown and dry. A different kind of beauty.

I arrived late in the afternoon. After quickly putting on my gear and walking down a trail along the river, I jumped in at the head of a nice run. I wasn't more than a half mile of my car. Feeling a little tired, I didn't want to go very far this late in the day.

The area reminds me of the Yuba, but with more vegetation. The river itself is much wider and a little more impressive than the Yuba. Also missing is the occasional dynamite going off in a nearby quarry. Instead, a train would pass here and there. Blowing horns or clanking of metal wheels were the only noises besides the water and wind. No other fisherman were around. I saw no one. Other than the occasional jet boat going upriver, I had the place to myself. --People on water craft are not allowed to fish in the first two miles from the Columbia up stream.--

Soon after getting in the water, I noticed my foot getting cold. Arghh! I somehow developed a leak in my waders!! How is that even possible? I haven't fished in months. I tried to ignore it, but it was so bad, I had to take off my waders at one point and dump the water out. Thank goodness the air temp was high and the cold water actually felt good.

There were trout jumping around and if I dug out my smaller soft hackles, I probably could of caught some of them. But, I was here for steelhead. Whether they were around or not was the question. I was using a floating line and a 15 foot floating poly leader. My flies were mostly unweighted and I fished just below the surface.

Other than catching a couple of small trout, I didn't get any action on this first day. I know there were steelhead in the water. When entering at one location, a fish gently swam away from underneath where I was about to step. With the high water, the fish seemed to be hugging the banks. This one was pretty big and bright. Never saw him again. But, it did give me motivation to concentrate on my presentations.

The end of the day came quickly. I went back to the car and changed into something dry. Found a place to pullover and just slept in the back of the car. I was so tired that the morning came quickly.

The next day was much like the first. Wet feet and only trout on the end of my line. I did get one good tug. But the fish was off in less than 2 seconds and I never saw it. Felt like a good size one. Ahh well. Maybe next time. Like day one, I saw a few fish from shore. They looked to be in the mid 20's in length. They were positioned perfectly behind some trees that made casting to them difficult. I tried, but couldn't get any interest.

On the second day, I was a little more adventurous. Walking a couple of miles upriver to find more water that looked almost identical to what was near my car. Granted, there were a few more spots of pocket water that surely held some fish. If the river wasn't so high, these probably would have been even more inviting spots to pick from. For the most part, and from this experience, the river seems like one of those-- cast absolutely as far as you can and let it swing. Of course in lower flows, it could be totally different.

The wind really started whipping in the afternoon on day two. This isn't anything unusual from what I've heard. But, it still was difficult to cast into. It literally shifted on every cast and you had to constantly adjust which shoulder you used. Fingers crossed it didn't change just as you were about to launch the fly.

Although I didn't catch anything more than a 15" trout, it was a good time. I got to do some exploring and I know what to expect next time. I can hardly wait to get up there again. One more month and it will be a short drive away.

While in the area, I scouted several rivers. The Hood River, Lewis, Clackamas, Kalama, and the Washougal. More about those in another post.

One Step Closer

Well, it finally happened. Closing has come and gone and our house is no longer our house. We will be renting back until July 31st, so we have a bit of time before we are kicked out.

I would imagine if everything goes as planned, we will be moving up to the Portland area sometime in the middle of July. After the dust has settled, I will hopefully get out and find a day to fish. It has been so long, that I've honestly forgotten the last time I went. I'll have to refer to this blog to know for sure. (I knew this thing would come in handy for something!!)

Leaving California is tough. I've been here for more than 20 years and have spent almost my entire adult life either in San Francisco or Los Angeles. There are a lot of great memories here.

When I first moved to Los Angeles from St. Louis, I was in shock. It was a total 180 from what I was comfortable with. But I quickly fell in love with California. Being young and in Los Angeles was an incredible time. It gave me all sorts of stories to tell and experiences to remember. What a crazy time in my life.

When moving to San Francisco, I had even more adjustment problems than when I went to LA. In fact, I hated it up here. It took more than a year to accept it. Eventually it grew on me and became home. Fingers crossed that I'll love Oregon/Washington just as much. This time, I'll have my wife and son with me to make the transition with someone.

Sorry this blog has been such a snooze fest. I hope that things turn around soon and I can get out on the water and share my entirely new experiences with you soon!