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Received a wonderful email the other day from my father, a snapshot of fly fishing at higher altitudes this time of year.

“This is kinda interesting. Notice the 24 inch rainbows just off the end of my rod. What pigs they were!getattachmentaspx2 Just setting there in the current and not feeding. From that vantage point I stopped counting them when I hit 12. CJ caught and landed 3 rainbows all about 12 inches. I caught 2 rainbows but only landed one. Nice day considering the air temp was about 35 degrees (this is 9000ft), but it felt warmer with the sun shining. The water was 34 degrees coming out of the 11 Mile dam just about a mile above this fishing spot.

Saw about a dozen other fishermen over the entire 11 miles of road. They were a few other hearty souls likely also out for the first time in 2009.”

It’s hard to believe that it’s still this cold just one state to the north, while my father is bundled up and nymphing for trout i’m wandering through bath water in flip flops looking for the mystical Bass.

As noted in a previous blog, i spent the new year soaked in the wonderful dampness that is Oregon. My brothers David, Andrew and I spent an evening trying our best to make anything work along the North Fork of the New Halem. It was tough going, as they say, since it was well over it’s normal banks and uprooting trees and carrying logs and debris downstream at a fevered pace.

To give you an idea here is the river after the flow had dropped enough to make it approachable. Mind you this was a pool off the main current.


And here is a photo, taken by David Feldkamp, of the same area just 200 ft downstream a mere two weeks later.



I recently got back from spending the holidays with my family in Manzanita, Oregon. It was good to see the family. But unfortunately our time spent together just happened to coincide with some crazy coastal weather. Really though it was written on the wall, what else could you expect from the Oregon coast in the middle of the winter. As far as Die Fishce is concerned, that being the concern known as angling, it was awful. Rivers that normally ran at 400-800CFS were running at 20.000-40,000CFS. Needless to say,

the fish weren’t biting. They were in fact probably hugging the bottom as though it was the beginning of the end. It even felt that way slogging around over fern and under fallen tree along the banks of the Newhalem. Between my brother David and i, we must have tried close to everything: nymphs, eggs, streamers, split-shot and even weird bait casting contraptions. Pretty much anything that might possibly get down quick enough before hauling ass downstream in the insane currents.

After a few days of disappointment my brother David, my dad and i headed down to Cape Meares Lake which is also known as Crab Harbor, it just depends on which map or gas station attendant you consult. Weeds and twigs. Every cast we made ended up tangled behind us or ended up pulling branches from the bottom. 

After an hour of this we headed to another small lake before i decided to just admit defeat. It was hard but after four days of beating the water senseless it seemed best to just put it on hold and appreciate the time spending time with my family. Casting lessons and idle chit chat were the order of the day, and i couldn’t have been happier than to try to help the family come one step closer to a universal interest.
Besides the trout in Texas are primed and ready to go. I’ll be on the Guadalupe tomorrow. Stay tuned.