Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Late Season Summers

A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to take a new friend out on the lower Deschutes.  We've talked fishing a bit so I know Justin is familiar with the ways of the swung fly -- thus I took it upon myself to open the door to the dark side.  Into the corruption of the dead-drifted fly.

I brought him to the highest probability water I know and had him tie on a time-tested, bead-headed favorite under a big stonefly workhorse.  After watching him cast these flies his two hander and instinctively throw some mends I could see our odds were good.  I threw maybe two dozen casts before looking up in time to see a steelhead go aerial -- attached to the end of Justin's line.  I love the way these fish fight this time of year:

Now I'm always a bit worried with fishing with someone new-- it's uncomfortable when you find out they're not as infected with the angling ailment as you are.  So I'm happy to say Justin is pretty much as bat-shit crazy about fishing as the rest of us (though maybe he's also a little more responsible too).

Sharing this common madness, we fished fairly ceaselessly the rest of the day trying to replicate our first bit of luck.  And while it wasn't a crazy productive day we both managed to beach a steelhead after covering a few miles of water.  Justin's second fish was as crazy as the first -- a rosy-cheeked spotted beauty:

Throughout the day we fell into talking about all things fishing and, once exhausted, we got into sharing a bit of our life's histories and happenings.  Now don't get me wrong, I can enthusiastically talk fish all day-- but when that's as far as it goes I find myself feeling a bit wanting of something more substantive.  Point being, I can't wait to fish with this dude again.

'til next time.


Arizona Wanderings said...

Excellent. What a magnificent stretch of water.


Boss said...
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Boss said...

Sounds like you are both sick! Thanks!

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