The Curse Is Broken

I was beginning to think my new fishing hat was bad luck.  After getting a new fishing hat, I have lost several fish.  Last week I broke a fly rod trying to land a steelhead.  First time I've ever broken a rod.

Well, if there was a curse, it is officially broken.

Metolius with my Family

My parents came out for a visit recently. It was good to see them and they got to see Oregon for the first time. We headed over to the Metolius (along with Britt) for some camping and fishing. A few fish were caught and it got cold at night, but we all had a good time (even if I am now being accused of poking holes in my fathers waders in order to outfish him). (We also went to the coast and my parents went to Crater Lake, so I thought I'd throw those on as well.)