Went with Britt on a fishing trip to the Metolius River and a lake in the Cascades. Left Friday after class and drove a couple hours into the middle of nowhere, actually it wasn't far from places, just felt like the middle of nowhere. After a quick mile hike, we were at a small lake that I was hoping would have Brook Trout, but the stocking record the last couple years made it seem like it'd be more than likely Rainbow Trout. The lake was muddy and I decided to use the downed trees as my casting platform. As you can see from the picture, I've fished from steadier ground before. With very little light left in the day, I only had about an hour to work my magic. Unfortunately my only magic was getting trout to viciously attack a skated caddis, but not to be hooked for more than a second. One 12" fish made like a great white and flew threw the air after hitting the fly. How I managed to not catch any of these fish is beyond me. In my world the only thing better than fishing a secluded lake at the end of a day is to fish a secluded stream at sunset (other than a Penn State victory, of course).
Metolius River
This big spring creek turned into a river was beautiful and seems like it should be full of fish, but you could fool me. I only caught a couple small Rainbows and an ill gotten Whitefish. I did see two big Rainbows cruising around by the bridge, but they seemed to have lockjaw from being continuously harassed. Oh well, in such pretty country you can't always expect to catch a lot of fish. Maybe next time there will be a more serious hatch and I might see some fish rising. That'd be nice.
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