
This week we had a picnic lunch. That’s not unusual, for us, but we’ve been holed up inside for so long it was a really nice break. The winter weather we’ve been posting about faded, as did the snow banks.

It was JQ’s birthday, we packed a lunch and headed up the Crooked River. Occasionaly we take a thermos with lunch or heat something on the cook stove. This day it was cold leftovers and slices of apple. There is always hot cocoa, mocha or coffee, often with a splash of whisky or brandy being added to warm the meal.
There wasn’t much of a break from the overcast sky or gusty winter wind. We’re layered up but still we don’t linger at the table for long. Tip has his own food but devours it quickly and then spends his time nosing around the table for shares. Guess this wouldn’t work if it wasn’t successful.


Winter fishing is pretty much just a wade and cast session. Even in the bitter winds of January, standing in a stream clears your head. A break in winter with a hint of spring-like days will mean more trips in the coming weeks. This will be a welcome change to our recent home routine.


















As is the tradition, we’ll be taking the next couple of weeks off with a new season of posts starting up around the second Sunday in January.












This week we waded in a couple of very different rivers. The weather turned warm and sunny so we managed to wet a line on two different days this week. The first of the week we headed up to Camp Sherman and the Metolius.








Later in the week we headed up to the Crooked, which remains at it’s low, turbid winter flow.







