Winter Fishing

Keeping watch

Weather finally softened this week and we headed to the river to fish. Fishing doesn’t stop in winter it just takes a different form.

The Crooked River is a ‘tailwater”  .  .  .  that is, its flow is regulated by a dam. On a tailwater, levels can fluctuate dramatically, sometimes in a matter of hours.

This inconsistent flow is offset by more constant water temperatures. The mix is good for the aquatic insects, fish food, that cling to the rocky stream bottom.

In winter months a fish feeds mostly on small aquatic invertebrates, most of them less than a quarter inch long. For that reason one employs a different method casting to winter waters.

The Canyon walls can close off the sun by early afternoon. But on days where the wind is light a few hours of midday sun will temper the air over icy river water.

Tying winter fly patterns is simple but not easy because the materials are wrapped on very small hooks. To get these bits of thread, fur and wire down to the fish a tungsten bead adds some weight sitting just behind the hook’s eye.

Adornments of silver wire ribbed over purple, red or green thread and topped with a collar of dyed rabbit fur  .  .  .  midge patterns  .  .  .  .  are the choice for this day.

Casting to winter’s fates

But nothing I attached to the end of my line enticed any takes. Getting on the river and taking in it’s sun glazed surface was reward enough. There will be other days to ply the river with my handspun offerings and pretty soon winter will pass.

And, it’s December . . .

 

Hope you all had a relaxing holiday break and enjoyed whatever variety of feast you sat down to.

We headed to the river and supped on cheese, slices of smoked meat, and chunks of bread.

November ended on a cold note.

Our week started snowy, shifted into a warming trend  .  .  .  just enough to create a layer of ice. And then came the freeze.

By week’s end it got clear and cold, really cold .  .  .  like 15 degrees.

Deceivingly cold day on the Crooked River

Roads were clear, so we headed up to the Crooked for holiday break. Turned out to be a bit too cold to stand in the river for any length of time.

But the day was blue-sky gorgeous. Brewed up a cup of cocoa and enjoyed watching flocks of birds swoop from stream to tree.

Winter fishing on the Crooked River

We’ll move through December avoiding the ‘buy now’ push, bake some cookies and enjoy our fireplace.

Cold weather makdes tying knots a bit more difficult

Winter fishing has a different pace as well.

Leading the way

Can’t let the corporate pitchman’s babble take up any more space in our day  .  .  .  get outdoors and breathe in fresh air is now our winter mantra.

Refocused

READY . . . SET . . . GO!

It doesn’t matter what you call it .  .  .  there are times when it’s important to refocus energy.

This was one of those weeks, and time on a stream is our preferred method.

Looking for a place to start

It was a perfect fall day.

Sun generated enough heat to counter the chill, as long as you were layered up. The Crooked was fishing well, and wildlife was prolific.

Media, mainstream and social, has gotten in the way. The constant barrage of sales and holiday propaganda came to an end  .  .  .  severed and throttled, those sources of noise were quieted.

This blog is where we can be found.

This river is magical

It’s a calm niche, carved out of the madness that is swirling about us.

Don’t expect us to click ‘like buttons’ on popular social media sites. If you need to talk, you know how to find us  .  .  .

.  .  .  right here or on the river.

Find a spot of your own and refocus  .  .  .  the world is going to get messy.

Some Fall Color

Vine maple

Fall has descended on Central Oregon.

The high desert isn’t known for its foliage displays, but there are spots of color. Morning temperatures have dropped to near frost level chill,  but the skies are clear, and by noon we are in the mid-seventies.

It’s a great time of year.

Marshes at Summer Lake Wildlife Refuge

Early in the week we headed over to Summer Lake only to find that it’s locked down in preparation for waterfowl hunting season. Didn’t really see many birds, wonder why?

Undaunted we swung up to Winter Ridge for the trip home.

A favorite pull off on the Chewaukan River

Large swaths of the forest were ravaged by wildfire three years ago and yet some sections were untouched. Wildfire is a tricky beast.

Aspen leaves hold a distinct shade of yellow/orange in the falll

The area is peppered with marsh land, which in turn is home to numerous Aspen groves. This was our fall color and while mainly just shades of yellow. It was beautiful.

Later in the week, we headed back to Maupin for an additional attempt at Summer Steelhead.

This week’s trek began at first light  .  .  .  or at least early morning.

My cast count must be getting close to that magic “1000” number and still no steelhead. Instead, I settled for a stand in the river, taking in the wildlife and practicing those casting moves.

It’s the height of apple season and we were hoping to get some more cider.

There are around a hundred boxes of different apples and pears at Kikawa Orchard
If apples with redish flesh are pressed you get red cider … tastes just as good.

From the Deschutes River it’s a short jaunt to the orchards in Hood River.

On the slopes of Mt Hood there are a great variety of deciduous tree species and thus more fall colors.

Trees are still loaded with fruit, though mostly pears and the harvest is in full swing.

We did find some cider, as well as a few different variety of apples and pears to complement a growing fall fruit basket. Ladened with seasonal fruit, we headed home.

Under a Smoke Filled Sky

Summer Sunrise, color by wildfire

The predominate winds shifted this week and nearly the entire state was veiled in smoke.

This turned the morning sun orange, obscured the Cascade Range and generally muted our view. However, it did not keep us at home. It never got that toxic.

Keeping a watchful eye.

At the start of the week we took an afternoon trip to the Crooked River. After an early dinner at the Tastee Treet, we found our favorite parking spot vacant.

Off to catch an evening hatch

I was looking for an evening hatch and some dry fly action, a much anticipated part of summer flyfishing.

There were far more strikes than hook sets, but we’re not looking to catch. The river provided a couple of hours of action, ending in a cold beverage and relaxing time sitting on its’ bank.

Later in the week we headed West, over the mountains and into the farm rich Willamette Valley.

Sweet white corn near fresh from the field

Schlecter Farms corn was the primary objective  .  .  .  sweet corn that shouldn’t be missed.

Putting up sweet corn for the winter

There was farm fresh produce available and a visit with my sister in Tualatin.

Evening light on juniper

Fall has started to spread it’s amber hues.

The weather got warm again, but it’s only false summer. Frosty mornings aren’t far off and we are looking forward to this change in the season.