Fly Fishing with the HOY7 Hunting Team

Last week we headed out to the mighty Deschutes river in central Oregon to do a little fly fishing. Once again Cliffy was the team leader for the trip due to his extensive knowledge of all things fishing. Regular readers of the blog will remember that last year only Cliff caught fish and everyone else failed miserably, this year things were going to be different.

Leaving Portland early we arrived at the put in around 9 or so, loaded up the boat and headed off down the river. The weather, which had been rainy and cold all week long in the city, was perfect. We stopped and fishes some riffles on the way to our camping spot and the first fish was caught by none other than your author, Bob D. I have no picture of the mammoth beast I wrestled from the raging river, after all it is catch and release, but I can tell you that it was one mighty big fish, perhaps the biggest ever caught by a human. We fished some more and finally made camp well before nightfall.

Fred G provided the lunch of various gourmet sea creatures, bread, chirrizo and cheese. By now some beers had been consumed and the great BB gun challenge could not be far off. I wish I could tell you I went 10 for 10 this time around but the course this year was very challenging and after my epic battle with the great river fish I could not seem to steady my hand enough to hit all ten cans. My team members must have had similar problems because nobody made 10 for 10 this trip, however Fred did seem to want something other tahan the BB gun because he kept betting with 'shotguns' we didn't even have. 2 for 4

I can't rightly remember who made dinner but I do remember that it was another delicious feast of large proportions. shortly after I hit the sack. We may have been up later but due to my huge oversight in the actual number of BBs we were to fire off that day the game of 10 can ended early. I slept soundy in spite of the seemingly large number of heat lightning strikes centered around my and Cliffys tents, they were followed by a sound not unlike a camera shutter, puzzling?

The next morning We packed up and pushed off back down the mighty Deschutes for more fishing. Fred G caught his first and I'm sure Cliff caught many as well. I for one chose to protect the remaing fish in the river by napping on the grassy areas, waking only to assist Cliff from not being carried away by the river and to contemplate the value of jalapino bagles. We got off the river and after a perfectly uneventfull normal and safe ride home we put a close to the H7HT fishing trip of 09

GBCH