I just returned from three days of fly fishing on the world famous Deschutes River in Eastern Oregon. This is a trip that my physician has been doing with the same three guys for the past 15 years at this time of year. This year, his fishing partner dropped out and he invited me to join the group.Lucky me right ?
We drove three hours to get there, and we’re in our drift boat on the river at seven AM, on what looked like a pretty high and fast moving river. We were being guided by two Orvis Endorsed Guides, the best of the best. They told us we were in for an adventure, as the river was high and murky, not ideal for Steelhead Fly Fishing.
During the next three days I waded chest high in rapids, was”placed” by my guide in the center of the river rapids on a rock ledge I couldn’t see! And almost fell into the icy waters many times.
Now don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled and honored to be invited on this adventure. Heck, we had a “bagman” set up our camp, tents and coOk our meals all three days. I learned an amazing amount of techniques from my guide, and drank only the finest wine and scotch every evening.
But I never even had a bite ! Not a one !’in fact, the only one to land a steelhead was my physician.
But do I ever have stories ! About $1500 worth of stories !
Tight lines my friends, as the fly fishermen and women like to say