I haven’t touched this thing in a while. It is far too easy to forget to spend the time to write and reflect as other things may be in the forefront of your mind.
This fall was spectacular in the State of Jefferson. Fall started with a bang, not only in the fishing but in the weather as well. Where as last season we were wet wading into mid november, this year we had weather. Big rain and wind weren’t uncommon, and we even got blew out a few days this year.
The beauty of the Klamath is hard to explain in words. In this place I feel extremely connected to mother earth, as do many of the people who come visit. This is what you can call a “thin place”, in that the line separating this world, from somewhere else is fairly blurred. When you visit, you will feel it.
We experienced exceptional fishing this fall. Presenting swung flies often yielded fish when done with confidence, and side drifting nymphs put a large number into the net at times.
I had the pleasure to fish with J and G from Sacramento, and they were diehard anglers. If there was a method to catch steelhead using flies, we did it. If you limit the ways you fish, you limit the fish you catch.
The respectable buck pictured above was one of a handful landed in a single run, which in my notebook is now known as Jim and Greg’s.