Left my home river to trace some Oregon Trail AND THEN fish the Clearwater... something for everyone, you know
The beautiful fall weather was matched by a great campsite at Pink House. Golden Age brethren get a full hookup (sorry, you non RVers - that doesn't mean the fish were willing) for $9!
Right behind our campsite was a 300yd stretch of swing water, from 40' to the winning Spey-O-Rama distance would cover holding fish. Those of you that know of it are already chuckling,yes?
Wellll... before I was able to get half my head out, a professional angler (I believe the cardboard sign he strapped to his sled said, 'Steel Dreams Guide Service') crossed the river with his kicker and motored upstream at 2mph eventually passing me less than 50' away. His four paying dudes turned their back to me. He pretended to tie tackle knots as he crept by. I waited, but said nothing. Did remind me of the Blue Creek shuffle on the Cowlitz. Only, they're busy backbouncing, then roaring upstream to do it again. This was more like, 'Flyfishermen don't belong here.' Oddly enough, not long after, another boat came upstream - a nicely painted guide boat that said, 'SteelDreams Guide Service'! This guy moved a respectful distance away from me as he motored up to the head of the run. His presence displaced the jackass that left the hole and went downstream (pecking order perhaps?).
I did stop in at the Red Shed and received some intel in trade for the tying materials I bought. So there certainly were other places to fish - lots of them. I was told that this and last year have had poor returns... sounds like home
I had a great time nonetheless, imagining my fly swinging over fish that swam ANOTHER 400 miles after passing my home! How incredible are they!?!
I'll definitely go back.