Finally, back to the Big D.
I hadn't fished the river since late October; since then, I had done some fishing, but there is nothing that compares to drifting big water and soaking in the river canyon.
Late December the river had exploded - moving from an average of 6,000 cubic feet per second to almost 40,000 - and I was curious to know what that flow had done to the river as well as to the insect and trout populations.
Bill and I fished above town Friday, and were treated to party cloudy skies, no wind, and a great afternoon of fishing. The river had been altered in some spots, but overall it was unchanged.
Saturday morning was cold; our favorite breakfast spot was closed, so we were forced to improvise - stale donuts, beef jerky, and coffee made on the bow.
Breakfast of champions!
Below the White River, the high water flows had made more of an impact. Banks were severely cut, with drop offs ranging from 3 to 10 feet, and making you look before you leap. Whole gravel bars had been pushed and moved, or eroded entirely. This is great for the river, as it will flush a lot of the silt and accumulated debris out and improve trout and insect habitat in the long run, but it certainly takes some getting used to as we learn new spots.
On our way out, we stopped and snapped a few pics of Sherars Falls.
Drove home north on 197, enjoying a great sunset looking towards Mt. Hood.
Can't wait to get back out there again!
scott
I hadn't fished the river since late October; since then, I had done some fishing, but there is nothing that compares to drifting big water and soaking in the river canyon.
Late December the river had exploded - moving from an average of 6,000 cubic feet per second to almost 40,000 - and I was curious to know what that flow had done to the river as well as to the insect and trout populations.
Bill and I fished above town Friday, and were treated to party cloudy skies, no wind, and a great afternoon of fishing. The river had been altered in some spots, but overall it was unchanged.
Saturday morning was cold; our favorite breakfast spot was closed, so we were forced to improvise - stale donuts, beef jerky, and coffee made on the bow.
Breakfast of champions!
Below the White River, the high water flows had made more of an impact. Banks were severely cut, with drop offs ranging from 3 to 10 feet, and making you look before you leap. Whole gravel bars had been pushed and moved, or eroded entirely. This is great for the river, as it will flush a lot of the silt and accumulated debris out and improve trout and insect habitat in the long run, but it certainly takes some getting used to as we learn new spots.
On our way out, we stopped and snapped a few pics of Sherars Falls.
Drove home north on 197, enjoying a great sunset looking towards Mt. Hood.
Can't wait to get back out there again!
scott
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