I’ve been checking items off of a list for a decade or so- a list of counties in Oregon in which I have caught a fish with my flyrod. My goal has been to get one fish on a fly in every Oregon county. For the last couple of years I had one remaining: Curry County, in the far southwest corner of the state. I work down there occasionally and I thought it would be straightforward, but it didn’t turn out that way. I already had a few “one-bite counties” on the list (Umatilla and Morrow, for example), and a couple others that were checked off with fish I am not proud of (Clackamas and Marion, for example)… and I wasn’t going to end the process with a bluegill from some farm pond.
So, my last county would be the first county checked off with a guide. We met a fella from Westernwaters guide service early Saturday and drove up the Sixes River Road. The guide was great. We ended up running into a couple fish in the afternoon, including this beautiful buck that really took me for a ride. It was full hair-on-fire for 5 minutes, for everybody in the boat.
With that fish, the county list is completed. It wasn’t a contest and it didn’t matter to anyone else but me. But, in an era where everything seems to be so important and divisive all the time, sometimes stuff that matters to you and you alone might be the best stuff in the world.
The next day I went hiking on the coast near Port Orford, home to some of the prettiest beaches you will ever see.
And then, fish and chips at this place on the way out of town.
A great weekend.
So, my last county would be the first county checked off with a guide. We met a fella from Westernwaters guide service early Saturday and drove up the Sixes River Road. The guide was great. We ended up running into a couple fish in the afternoon, including this beautiful buck that really took me for a ride. It was full hair-on-fire for 5 minutes, for everybody in the boat.
With that fish, the county list is completed. It wasn’t a contest and it didn’t matter to anyone else but me. But, in an era where everything seems to be so important and divisive all the time, sometimes stuff that matters to you and you alone might be the best stuff in the world.
The next day I went hiking on the coast near Port Orford, home to some of the prettiest beaches you will ever see.
And then, fish and chips at this place on the way out of town.
A great weekend.
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