If monday was slow and tuesday was rough, gettin two fish on three bites and one fish on one bite respectively, then wednesday, thursday and friday were abysmal. With just two walleyes in two days of fishing "the nation's best walleye water" as proclaimed by walleye guru Ed Iman. Followed up by a shutout, biteless and fishless, Friday.
Mid day tuesday we left oregon city en route for the desert. A two hour drive from the omnipresent rain that hangs over portland there is in fact a desert. We drove through some of the most beautiful mountain passes and pine covered hills I may ever see, wild sheep, goats, and mule deer. As we pushed east the green mountains turned, eventually to brown sandy rolling hills with sparse sage brush splotchings.
We started out Wednesday AM with a nice 25in eye at about 7am. Iman called it a little guy...
Well we couldn't seem to find another taker for the remainder of the day despite other boats pulling in nearlly ten fish.
Thursday was even worse. We fished from sun up to noon without so much as a perch peck on anyones line. Finally at the last minute we drifted over a reef and snagged an 18in. milking male. After we landed the boat, and were unloading to head back to portland I found out we had one of the worst bad luck charms on the boat. Bananas!
We drove back to Portland to fish steelhead, salmon, and sturgeon for the last day. We were flat out shutout.
Somehow I went five, cold and rainy, days without even getting so much as a tug at the end of my line.
Now I am sitting in the San Fran airport waiting for a midnight flight to DFW airport. If I had to pick an airport to be layer over ari would choose that one. It has recliners all over the place.
I don't know when ill be fishing again, but I do have the trip out to niagra falls here in ten days.
Ill keep you guys posted. Love ya.
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