I don't think I have a fishing problem, but my wife does. Hopeless obsession, maybe, but it's not something I'd consider a "problem." In fact, it's provided me with too many ultimate adventures to be classified as anything but a SOLUTION to the daily armpit stink of life.
A real “butte”
Holy mother of God. Drive-thru Espresso (and the chicks who work ‘em), Metolius River and real freaking mountains. And October caddis - in March. These are a few of my favorite things and they all happen to call central Orygun “home”.
In summary, BULL TROUT:
The SISTERS:
and a MULEY:
Eventually I’ll get some of those autumn sedges in here but for now, I’d better keep it short. Great trip, but sadly we had to return. Maybe a blessing after the goat-roping endured when staying with in-laws. Never a pretty scene.
