Finally made it to my first trout fishing outing this past weekend.  Drove the not so long drive over the mountains to the famed Metolius River.  Saturday cooperated very nicely and the sun actually came out to say 'hi'.  It seems like its been so long since I've seen it that it was 3x's as bright, even on a cloudy day. 

Upstream view of the river, from below Pine Rest campground.

Bends of the river just before the canyon run.

And....the results.  If nymphs fail, try a dry!  Caught this fatty with a October Caddis imitation.  I'm officially ready for the trout season.

Water

I think one of the reasons that I love to fish is that I love water.  You can never stand in the same water twice, at least I don't think so.  It reflects the surroundings so well, it can be calm and violent.  It cleanses and refreshes.  To feel it swirl about the legs as I stand fishing in a stream makes it hard to believe it can move beaches.

Enjoy the power of it.

Go find your favorite spot to stand in the water and just enjoy this fascinating creation of God's. 

Planning my spring trip

Well, now its a hurry up and wait for the snow to melt.  I have spring black bear to hunt next month, so most likely I'll have lots of country pictures and not much bear.  However, here are some photos of a small creek that is maybe my most favorite place for spring fishing and hiking.  It shall remain nameless to protect the innocent.

Yes, that fish is in water, its really clear water.

Here is said fish, sight fishing for spooky trout.  Small but fiesty!

And, lastly their food of choice.  Little yellow sally if I am correct.  Makes spring seem like its not quite arriving quick enough.

First Winter Steelhead

I finally took the plunge and started pursuing the Grey Ghost of Winter.  I do believe it is fast becoming one of my favorite fish to target during these long dreary winter months.  Of course, lately they have been pursued with means other than my normal fly gear, but I'll take what's most successful for the time being.  This little beauty was hunted out of the Clackamas River, near Oregon City, Oregon.  Basically out my backdoor.  I found her hiding at the tailout of a beautiful run.  The take was subtle, but the battle was memorable. 

Perhaps my smile gives away a bit of how excited I was with the catch.  And yes, this hatchery brat tasted GOOD!