So mi amigo Joe said his amigo Joe was coming to town and we should go fishing. Left it up to me to come up with a plan, and after I spoke with the peeps at Royal Treatment Fly Shop, we took their advice and hit the Deschutes below Shearer’s Falls.
Joe’s amigo Joe was getting in late Friday so we decided to leave about mid-day on Saturday so we’d hit the water late afternoon/early evening. It was warm until the sun went behind the canyon walls, but then it was perfect with an occasional gust of wind.
It was the first trip with my Canon G15 after drowning my G10 in the Crooked a few weeks back. A dry bag for the camera was a new piece of gear, better late than never, and a good addition as I tried it out a couple of times! That’s embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as Joe’s water ballet practice. Every time I turned to see whether he was having any luck he was either sitting or getting up. I finally had to ask him how much beer he’d had before he started fishing. Apparently, it wasn’t the beer.
There were fish, but we didn’t catch many of them. I got all of mine in the half hour before dark. Joe got a few and his amigo Joe got one also. Had a great time regardless of the number of fish not caught. Joe’s a great guy to fish with, and so is Joe.