Nothing is more lovely than the gold of fall. On the high desert, the sage blossoms put on a show nearly as good as a grove of aspen. When the sage is next to a river – well you just can’t go wrong.
The Crooked River has had a rough time as of late. The Beaurau of Reclamation has performed some suspect water management and the once “Blue Ribbon” trout fishery has been a mere husk of its former self.
It is a special river for me because, like many a fly angler in Central Oregon, this is where I first flailed around with a fly rod. So it was great to spend a Friday afternoon exploring some favorite runs of mine. It was also nice to find some feisty trout with the 3#.
Additionally, the wind apparently kept the dude-bro hatch at bay, as I had most of the river to myself. I did, however have to check my shorts after nearly stepping on this little bugger – but then realized he had already met his demise.
3 comments on “Gold”
Ugh, love this. Great stuff my man!
Thanks Jeff – hope you can make it out here to Oregon sometime to experience it in person 🙂
no worries man, I will. I think I’m going to pull an Arestad and drive around for a bit within the next few years. haha