Monday, March 18, 2019

Fish'n trip...

Started up the Tahoe, turned up the heater, blasted the tunes, and hit the road a little after noon on Friday.  Traffic wasn't bad at all after I got across the river and out of the Portlandia metro area.
Took my time, still some pretty good snow on the south side of the gorge. The roads were dry and the sun was out. The scenery was spectacular, as ever. I never quite get over how big the Columbia River Gorge is.



Made it to BIL Don & SIL Marianne's river house and was greeted by the dogs, Gracie, a wire haired Griffon, and Joe, a German short hair pointer.  The door was unlocked, the house was warm, and the smell wafting from the chukar in the crockpot was heavenly.  Texted Marianne that I was in camp, and soon got a reply to put on layers, and meet them at the dock. Hurriedly stowed my gear, put on layers (it can get damn cold out on the water there), and hustled down to the dock. 
Looking N from the house, the Colombia is on the other side of the elevator

After hugs for Don, Marianne, and Pearl (the poodle) we headed up river, baited hooks, threw out our lines and started some serious fishing. 

Don at the helm trolling up river


 
Marianne watching her pink pole
Don and Marianne are nearly always hunting or fishing. They don't do stupid, or unprepared. They are really good with grandkids, guns, dogs, boats, and drop in relatives by marriage... 
Under Don's watchful tutelage I got lucky and managed to reel in my first walleye. There is no limit on walleye, but I was the only one to boat one that day.
After we got off the water & back to the house, had let the big dogs in, and eaten a delicious meal of chukar, Marianne and I proceeded to finish the wine I brought. There was a lot of catching up to do, so it was quite late when we finally went to bed.
I wake up early no matter what, habit after all these years.  Don's an early riser too, so he and I discussed a multitude of topics, everything from politics to lures while we finished off the first pot of coffee.  After Marianne got up, we layered up, kenneled the big dogs and headed back to the river.  
It was colder than cold early on, but there was hardly any wind, so it was bearable.  Lots of boats out working the early morning bite. 

You can hardly tell I have 4 layers on under my jacket & jeans, right, lol...

We fished til mid afternoon. I caught another walleye, and Don & Marianne both caught two. They were all good size fish.
We went in earlier than normal as Don & Marianne had to drive home to Prineville before leaving to charter boat fish at the coast early Sunday morning.

Loaded up my gear, petted the dogs one more time, thanked my BIL & SIL, and came home. It was a short but much needed break. 

19 comments:

  1. I want get out on our lakes more this year. I have a 6 year old grandson needing a few trolling lessons. Of course the snow has to melt from around the boat and trailer first.

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    1. Woodsterman, Yay, Gramps. He is gonna love that, and you have some great fish'n lakes not that far away.

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  2. Fishing is always good, catching is even better!

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    1. Rob, You are so right, and sometimes it is just being on the water...

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  3. Congratulations! Good eating fish there. Glad you got to have your break. :)

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    1. Linda, Thanks, it was lots of fun and good for my soul.

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  4. The Columbia is a wonderful river, so beautiful and powerful even with the dams. Glad you got a fish

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    1. Rain, It is rugged and beautiful. We were talking about it while waiting for a bite. Wondering how amazing it must have been for Lewis & Clark and others to see it for the first time.

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  5. Were the walleyes tasty yummy good?

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  6. Yea for breaks! And congrats on the walleye!

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    1. Old NFO,
      So good to spend time with family.
      Thanks! I thought walleye would be bigger fighters, still fun to catch.

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  7. Check out Historic Hood River.com for some swell old photos of the Gorge..A guy by the name of Arthur posts fresh one's almost every day....
    Brrr when the wind blows.....
    Upriverdavid

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    1. David, Thank you for the info on old photos of the Gorge. I will be looking that up for sure.

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  8. Congrats! Waiting for the fish to get moving here. C'mon, fish.

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    1. Padre, I memorized how he rigged his lure, will send schematics to you if you like.

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  9. You are living the good life out there! And so you should be. We struggle through life til we get old enough to enjoy it.

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    1. Harry,
      I still struggle occasionally, but that's life, and I am blessed with good friends & family.

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  10. When I was a kid, we'd go up to Minnesota and Dad and my uncles would fish for walleye. That's some of the best-tasting fish in the world. I almost bit on some never-frozen, wild caught Pacific salmon at the store the other day, but then I saw the price and thought, "Naw."

    You're right, though. Being on the water's the thing. Catch and release is becoming quite the thing here, and it's good to see.

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