<![CDATA[Going Forth: Zip, Zero, Nada….But, Not Really]]>It had been some time since I had been able to venture forth to wet a line. So, I joined two other anglers to fish on the Deschutes River yesterday. Much like riding a bike, all the machinations of casting, presentation, timing were there in short order. A smattering of Blue Winged Olives were there, as were assorted Caddis coming off or returning to dap the surface with their egg deposits. The shoreline swarmed with a chironomid hatch. What I did not see all day was a fish. None on the end of my line, none rising or flashing or slashing. None. Nor did my companions make the acquaintance of Mr. Redside Trout.

Now, it wasn’t as if I didn’t probe every likely lie.

Beneath D Tree SB

I searched beneath overhanging trees with their protective shade and pocket water.

Along the Bank

I searched along the banks were the water was deeper and the overhanging grass provided cover and insect activity.

tree moss bottom SBRiffles, rapids, glides, tailouts, under trees, pocket water, undercut banks….all seemed void of fish…for me, this day. Now this is where one adds the obligatory remark “but it didn’t really matter, because I was surrounded by the beauty and majesty of the moment and in good company.”

It was hot and a powerful wind came up river in the afternoon, a portent of a storm front approaching. So, I took some photos and had nice conversations and a few beers and my mind was right with the moment. Yes it nagged at me a touch…the puzzle not solved. But, that is why one comes back to better figure it out. It was a good day.

Feathered Clouds SB

Pink Sky 2

Dark Cloud SB

Reaching Down SB

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