Wandering Words

Wild thoughts and mundane observation

October on the Crooked River

Heather | October 27, 2008

Part of a good day of fishing is a great view and good friends. I’ve forgotten how beautiful the Crooked River Canyon is and I’ve never had the chance to fish with Peter. It was a perfect fall weekend.
Peter e-mailed that there was a nice mayfly hatch happening each afternoon. [...]

The Rogue: the third time has CHARM

Heather | October 19, 2008

FIRST SKUNKING November 2001
The Holy Water of the Rogue was the first place I ever managed to wrap a fly line around my neck. It’s the only place I’ve ever cried because I was so mad and frustrated about fishing.
My boyfriend was trying to teach me how to flyfish and I was not [...]