On Tue, 27 Apr 2010 20:42:15 -0700 (PDT), riverman wrote:

On Apr 26, 2:22*am, DaveS wrote:
On Apr 24, 1:35*am, riverman wrote:





On Apr 21, 5:06*pm, DaveS wrote:

Didn't hear from you. The weather was rough a few days before we went
out on the spit, and extremely windy for most of that week. Not many
hikers came out. Looked like new snow down pretty low on the Olympics
from our perch. Spectacular skies, clouds etc.. Lots of naval action
in the straits. Eagles. Where did you end up?

Dave

Hey Dave:
Yeah, the weather turned bad (torrential rains) on our drive up from
Portland along the coast, so we changed plans and went over the
Cascades to Eastern WA. Found a couple nice places to cast on the John
Day....landed a couple small trout (enough to christen my new rod and
justify hauling it halfway around the world), but the vision of a nice
two-day immersion fishing event vaporized into road miles.

Ahh. Too bad but hope your sojourn in the Oregon steppe helped.
Whenever i travel in Europe or to East Coast I get this boxed in
feeling, claustrophobic. Sometimes only burning a tankful in wide open
country is what it takes to feel right again when i get back home..
Next time you consider the John Day i would let it be ROFF-known, as
there are a couple of Roffians who know this river pretty well. I am
not one of them. Take care.
Dave

Yes...you hit the 'burn a tankful of gas' nail directly on the head.
Despite having the appropriate gear and flies in the trunk, the forces
that push us down the open highway took over, and SWMBO and I ended up
spending most of the two days I had allocated to standing streamside
waving a stick behind the wheel, aimlessly watching the landscape move
by, chalking up miles. It was only when the map showed the river
diverging from our route that I got a bit anxious about not doing ANY
fishing that we pulled over, she read a book, and I did that old thing
of fishing where I was, rather than where the fish probably were. It
was with an immense sense of relief and regret that I saw a rise near
my fly...relief that there were indeed some fish in this particular
pool....regret because it was guaranteed that with a little pre-
research, I could have targeted a better stretch of stream and gotten
more bang for my buck.

See, this is what I just don't understand - one could have been at work, one
could have been at home doing chores, one could have been at a funeral (either
as guest or recipient), but folks get concerned about what they _didn't_
catch...oh, to be sure, you aren't alone with your concerns - you are apparently
in the majority...but I still don't understand it...

My consolation is that I am booking an entire month this year to spend
in Sweden, hanging out at a streamside cabin,

with only two objectives; catch as many diverse fish as I can, and to

finish that bottle of whisky before I fly back home.

Er, "that bottle"....so, IOW, _A_ bottle...as in _one_ bottle_...as in "one
bottle in one month"....sweetsusieonabrasspole...well, I'd suggest that you
start drinking on the day you get there rather than on the night before you
leave...

HTH and enjoy the trip,
R
....I mean, really...fishin' and drinkin' go together like...like...like, well,
fishin' and drinkin'...

--riverman