Metolius River and First OR Backcountry Lake

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.

Next to the Pacific, to be specific

I just had to use that line.

First Oregon Trout

I did catch fish bigger and, somehow, also caught smaller fish. This is my first Oregon fish. Hope to catch many more (and much bigger).

Pictures

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Tetons

Not sure which was a more impressive, Tetons or Badlands. Both were amazing and rugged. Don't think I'd want to be lost in either.

Upper Meadow of Slough Creek

We hiked up to Second Meadow of Slough Creek, which was about 3 or 4 miles in from the trailhead near the campground. It wasn't that difficult a hike, which was fortunate considering how little exercise driving is. Once we made it past the first meadow we didn't see another person. This was the Yellowstone I was looking for. Big Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout cruising around in clear water. If I was able to creep up without being spotted (luckily they weren't as weary as Brown Trout) and made a good cast in front of the trout, I stood a good chance of a hookup....and a better chance of the fish inspecting the fly, nudging it with it's nose and then swimming on. Rejection was common, but luckily there were a lot of opportunities. It took me a while to overcome the excitement of seeing a good fish slowly swimming over, taking the fly and me setting the hook too early. Once I stopped pulling the hook out of the fishes' mouths, I managed to catch several nice fish.

Slough Creek

Catch...


...and release