Oregon Springers

Tadpoles

Car top egg cure.

My first three nights back in Oregon I sat on a river rock under the stars all night to clear my head.

One morning, at a restaurant near the river, a waitress asked me, "Where's your wife?"

"She's working so I can fish."

"You're an Asshole," said the waitress.

The best fishermen I knew were all good men, but not too good if you know what I mean.

With low returns, fishing is tough.  I caught these 17 and 16 pound spring chinook alone in a remote canyon.  How remote? There was a Bigfoot photo like a lost dog flier at the campsite.  "Lost. If found call . . ."