I discovered this week that it had been nearly 3 months since I even tried to catch a trout and at least six months since I tied a single trout fly. I have been absolutely obsessed with chasing Summer Steelhead on the Deschutes this summer and fall. This past weekend I decided that I needed to get out one last time and chase a trout before the weather turns completely cold and the fishing slows to a crawl. I drove out to the Crooked and fished for a few hours while the sun was in the canyon. It was a perfect day, probably 50 degrees and calm winds. I landed a few nice fish and it was a challenge to get the job done in the low and relatively clear Crooked. It just wasn’t the same, what I really wanted was a 13 footer in my hand, casting and stepping the day away. The weather has just not been cooperating with my weekend warrier schedule but there is a long weekend coming I thought and the 10 day looks promising.
I drove home and immediately started tying traditional flies for next summer with a few intruders just in case I make it over to the coast in the next few months. I am actually worried that I will not stop and thus have no trout flies for next summer. I quickly realize, I have touched almost none of the hundreds of trout flies I tied last winter, I should be safe.