That's what I had scribbled in my notebook the night before while planning my fishing agenda. I'm not exactly sure what drew me to that section of the river... perhaps it the was fact that it was really close to section 15 that fished well the prior morning... maybe it was the way the entry point was perilously described in the Tenkara Bug Out materials:
"Park and follow flagging just up the road from parking. The "trail" down is a bit rocky and slippery at this spot. Please use caution!"
Whatever it was, off I went, however, I did sleep in a little bit and didn't hit the water around 9 AM, about an hour and a half later than the previous day.
Much like section 15, the wading was more difficult than I was used to. I don't think it was the speed of the water so much as it was the depth. There were A LOT of deceptively deep holes and gaps between boulders that made keeping my wader waistline above water a real challenge.
That said, it was a beautiful morning. The temps were quite nice in the mid to upper 70s, and the sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds overhead.
As for the fishing, I'm not going to lie, it wasn't quite as good as Saturday. While I did have success with the same kebari I used the prior day, the bite wasn't near as consistent. There were definitely some longer than I liked stretches of little to no action. (I know, cry me a river...) Now I don't want to make it seem like the fishing was awful, as I did manage quite a few nice rainbows, one of which put up an almost 4-minute fight while running in and out of some deep and fast current.
A little bit further upstream, the water began getting much slower. At one point reaching a stretch that was about 30 yards long and super deep; not really wadable. I'm not certain how deep it got in the middle, but I'm guessing it had to be at least 15-20 feet, probably more. Looked like a killer swimming hole - either figuratively or literally - as I'm not sure if people would recreationally swim there or not. It's Oregon, so I'm sure they do.
|Steep drop off|
Anyway, at the foot of that stretch was some really nice moving water. First, I approached it with some of those yellow sallies on top to some level of success...
After that, the fishing pretty much stopped. Realizing it was almost 1 PM and the same thing happened yesterday, I called it quits. Ok, that may have been part of it, but who am I kidding, I was hungry and wanted lunch.
And about an hour later back in town, I was happy with my decision.
|The "58" Burger |
Local grass-fed 1/3 ounce beef patty, Stewart's 58 BBQ sauce, bacon, cheddar, Swiss,
lettuce, tomato, caramelized onions, and Jalapenos