Fly Fishing the Deschutes River |
One of
the most exasperating experiences of my life occurred on the
Deschutes river. I was fly fishing near Ferry Canyon one morning and
hoping for some good action. I had just made a cast and, as my line
began to quarter down across the water, I felt a light pull but
missed it. I quickly made another cast and the water suddenly erupted
with a mint bright steelhead. It put up a strong battle, but after
six or seven minutes I began to bring it toward the bank.
But
disaster suddenly occurred. The fish gained new strength and made one
last surge, 10 yards downstream right into some submerged rocks and
branches. I quickly reeled in my line as I walked toward the
location. I tried to free my fish but it was really snarled up.
Finally, after several tugs to try to free it, I gave a few
jerks and felt the line come free. Aha! I thought I got it loose,
but when I retrieved the line the steelhead was gone and in its place
was, to my disgust, a three- or four-pound sucker.
I
couldn’t believe my eyes, but I quickly realized what happened. I
always used dropper flies when I fished. I found that my chances of
catching more fish increased by 20% because one out of every five
fish I caught was on the dropper. Even though I regretted losing
the steelhead, my theory was still intact because the sucker took the
dropper.
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