fishing

May 3, 2026May 2, 2026

Tail Waters

We spend a lot of time on rivers. Usually Spring brings a rise in water levels. There is always a period ahead of this surge as temperatures warm and fishing is good.

Then one settles in to wait for run off to end and river flows to return to a fishable level.

Seemed to be casting knots rather than flies.

The Crooked River is a tail-water, meaning it flows out of a dam, which also means that the levels are more regulated. This bit of control has a positive effect on late spring run-off.

This year’s minimal snowpack means there will be a marginal rise to levels. It will become a problem in September when the reservoir dries up, but for now it makes for good fishing.

Caddis flies are food for Buntings as well

This week’s trip to the river was not particularly productive on the fishing side.

There is a Caddis fly hatch timed for the first part of May . . . Mother’s Day Caddis . . . which is just getting started. So maybe next week.

Lark Bunting, known for their flight displays and song

There was a marked increase in bird activity. Of course the Canada Geese and a variety of ducks bobbed in the water and settled on the banks.

We also got to watch a Kingfisher fishing. We added a new species to the list. Though not unusual for the area . . . a Lazuli Bunting was spotted and regaled us with song.

Sighted, also, was the Methuselah of butterflies, a Mourning Cloak in fringed black, was sunning in the willows.

This species overwinters, living for up to ten months which is a couple of lifetimes for a regular butterfly.

Warmer mornings are on tap for the future and the forecast is partly cloudy at worst.

The heat of summer will be on us all too soon, but for now we continue to take advantage of these beautiful spring days.

April 19, 2026April 19, 2026

. . . and, it Snowed

The scene of Tip’s early morning jaunt one April morning

After days of near summer-like weather, we woke to a half-inch of snow. That’s how our week started.

It’s not like we don’t expect some cold and wet days in April, we would prefer it not include snow. Fortunately it was gone by afternoon. But still . . .

Our soup is back in supply on pantry shelves.

While the weather is stormy, we have been completing “at home” projects, like canning, baking, and touch-up painting. That means furniture moving, pulling art off the walls, and in many cases rearranging.

In this house, cleaning results in a series of messes shifting between spaces, until we finally move a pile to the donation bin.

Winter’s cold fingers warmed by mid-week and we decided to take a break from all this housework. We went for a drive.

We have not been to Maupin in quite a while, so we headed north to the Deschutes Canyon.

The Deschutes River Canyon, upstream of Shears Falls

Seems like in Oregon all the good rivers are cut into basalt canyons . . . that’s a good thing.

Spring has started to take hold on the Deschutes. There is noticeable green clinging to the hillsides, occasionally dotted with the yellow of early wildflower blooms.

We saw a couple of herons and of course Canada Geese and a variety of ducks, in and along the river.

Tip’s lunch features his favorite, slices of pastrami, followed by a selection of dog biscuits.

We set up camp chairs, pulled out the picnic, strung a rod, and enjoyed a very pleasant afternoon along the Deschutes.

It seems that Central Oregon weather has moved on toward summer and we are making plans to do more of these kinds of longer outings.

November 2, 2025October 30, 2025

Another Nice Fall Day

The fall storms this week moved in and on rather quickly.

That is typical of high desert weather. If you wake to dark clouds on the west of the Cascades, there is a good chance it will rain for a couple of days.

On the eastern side of the mountains, a storm front can sweep through in a matter of hours, leaving the remainder of the day clear. We generally try to take advantage of that pattern.

Late fall storms interrupted our week, but there were breaks that offered perfect days to sit by a river.

The day starts with rigging a fly rod or two.

Fall means I shift my fishing rig set up.

I’ve not tied on a dry fly in the last two weeks.

Tiny nymph patterns, doubled up on sinking strands of mono get fished near the bottom. This is the method employed until the end of Feburary.

The bird population has thinned as well. Migration patterns mean majority of birds have . . . well . . . moved on.

There are some resident ducks and the osprey did a brief fly-by. However, we’re not pestered by the Magpie gang and the amount of bird song is definitely diminished.

The day was sunny and warm, for late October.

One other thing, there are fewer people, which is much appreciated.

The river is at winter levels, exposing a lot of rocks

We can set up our chairs and enjoy the river sounds without distractions. Which is pretty much what we’ll keep doing until the snows come . . . and even after that.

October 12, 2025October 10, 2025

A High Desert Fall Day

The mornings are getting frosty with a chill that warms up about noon. We’re enjoying these fall days.

In July and August we have to work hard to avoid the heat of the day by seeking out shaded spaces.

After what seemed like a solid week of rain . . . actually it was just a couple of afternoons . . . we’re enjoying a string of cloudless days. Good time to get back on the river.

“… we’ll see if they like that pattern.”

The Crooked River has way fewer people as the season shifts. The fishing is still good. We’re on the stream a bit later in the morning mostly to avoid the frost.

By noon the sun requires we push our chairs into the shade. However, it’s still a pleasant temperature.

Fall sees a shift in bird activity . Some days are filled with flocks on migration and other’s near void of any wildlife activity.

This day we encountered a unique species . . . a Praying Mantis. It landed on JQ’s arm as if asking for its picture to be taken.

Don’t remember ever seeing one of those on the river.

Typical with fall in the high desert, this clear weather will be interrupted by another few days of rain before the skies clear again.

This week that storm front will move in on the weekend leaving mid-week open for us to wander about. It’s hard to beat fall in Central Oregon.

September 7, 2025September 6, 2025

Summer Ends in a Cloud of Smoke

Didn’t really get out much this week. We remain sandwiched between two project fires and spent most of the week engulfed in smoke.

The opening, when it presented itself, was taken with a trip to the Crooked. Yeah . . . we’ve been there a lot lately, but it’s dry fly season and that tailwater has been very active.

Fuller’s Teasel (bull thistle) frames a lush riparian

Last year my brother-in-law passed and among his possessions was an old Sage Graphite II 9-foot 5-weight fly rod.

A very nice rod, but with one problem. It was missing the tip section. Not broken, which is common, but not in the rod case and nowhere to be found.

Sage rods are, in theory, lifetime warrantied. So I figured why not give that a try. I mean with only three fourths of the rod it wasn’t going to fish like that.

Long story short . . . Sage was unable to repair the old rod, but they did replace it with a new one . . . my choice. I opted for a 9-foot 4-weight, an ideal dry fly trout rod. It arrived this week and was immediately put into service.

Post-meal preening by another successful fisher.

Now there are negative points to late summer in Central Oregon; heat and wildfire smoke top that list. But on the positive side, the dry fly fishing is peak.

The Crooked River is a tailwater (flows out from a dam), a type of water that’s fished most of the year sub-surface.

Bull Thistles are regular obstacles along the stream edge.

Anytime of year, some type of aquatic insect is moving around and an imitation of that bug will catch fish.

In early spring and late summer, the aquatic insects hatch (present on top of the water) in greater numbers. You can have success with a dry fly any time, but during a hatch it gets crazy.

A Eurasian-collared Dove floats in for a landing

Dry flys require a more precise presentation than sub-surface fishing. However, the payoff is seeing the strike . . . often missing the strike . . . but it puts you more directly into the process.

It’s a lot of fun. The last few weeks have afforded us some great dry fly days on the water.