- Apr 3, 2009
- willamette valley
Perfect water conditions and an overcast sky,Thats all it took and I am off to the Siletz for some winter steel (not to mention being cooped up with FIVE fifteen year old girls and my wife for three days, at a beach house in Newport). The holes were crowded after arriving an hour late, looks like I will be hiking to find some solitude,but thats ok,I have all day to kill.Started off kinda slow,a few missed fish and some pesky trout,but I am fishin a hole without another fisherman in sight,wait, here comes someone and he wants the run I am standing in.Oy. He ends up being a good guy,polite and courteous,with some welcome advice on some new fly fishing techniques.We hung out for most of the morning and I agreed to show him a few of my favorite holes.I hooked and landed my finest fish so far this year on the first casy. About fifteen pounds of bright native,and pissed off, buck.My new bud tried to take a pic, but accidentally took some low quality video instead. Oh well, I know it was a nice one! I took a break to watch his casting and let him have a shot.He hung up and lost his fly, so I stepped in and hooked another on the first cast, this time a four pound wild hen!We parted ways and I hiked a little further up.Got a nice bright eight or so,clipped and full of roe,a keeper!I am feeling good and hikin out,whats that?A nice Gerber multi tool lying in the sand! Score!Crossing the river, something else catches my eye, thats a rod! A Lami with a abu reel!Must be my lucky day! I am almost back to the rig when my luck runs out.I step on my rod jumpin a log,snap,that one is done.Go back to the beach house and pick up the girls,and on the way home I discover that someone opened the gate on my Jeep, and didn't close it,yep,my wading boots and rainjacket are missing,gone to live somewhere on highway 20. Anyway,If you are missing a rod,or a Gerber, lemme know.