Chasing Oregon Steel

by JD on February 6, 2009


Well, with steelie fishing pretty slow in the low, clear flows of California rivers, Reilly and I headed north this week for Oregon to see how things are looking in that neck of the woods.

Well, let’s just say conditions were pretty much the same…no rain in 2 weeks, freezing nights and below-average fish returns. The rivers were trickles and fresh fish hadn’t moved in to any of the systems in a looong time.

Still, it was a chance to get outta Dodge and see some new water — and hang with ol pal Nick Amato, editor of Salmon Trout Steelheader Magazine. Luckily, Reilly’s got a place on the Oregon coast, so we had a place to crash…

Reilly & Nick: We're gonna catch one Thissss Biggggggg

Reilly & Nick: We're gonna catch one Thissss Biggggggg

As I said earlier, most Oregon streams were so slow that even Nick, a crusty veteran of decades of Oregon steelhead fishing, seemed surprised by the lack of water.

Time to bust out the super stealth gear!

Time to bust out the super stealth gear!

We hopped around to several drainages and found the same thing everywhere…more rocks than H20:

Know a good rain dance??

Know a good rain dance??

Our first day, we spent more time wandering the aisles of the local tackle shops, but finally managed to get wadered up and on the water by 3 p.m. Under sunny skies, the fish were pretty hunkered down in the vodka-like pools and very much on the skittish side. Slinging bobbers and jigs resulted in a couple near misses and I landed the only fish of the day on a Mad River Manufacturing Worm Jig under a float, a small but very jumpy hatchery hen:

Chalk one up to the worm jig...

Chalk one up to the worm jig...

On Day 2, we opted for a larger river system rumored to have a better than average shot at a 20+ pounder in it, which took us through some remote back roads…

Hope there's not a logging truck around the next corner...

Hope there's not a logging truck around the next corner...

…and across one rickety old bridge:

Don't look down...oops...TOO LATE!

Don't look down...oops...TOO LATE!

While the scenery, weather and camaraderie were excellent, we didn’t have a single bobber-down…though a fish in the 20-pound class rolled at my feet. Had to have been a late coho…at least that’s what I told myself!

Anyway, the next day we got a little more serious about fishing and got on the water…um…around noon. Hey, there’s no sense killing yourself when the water temps are in the high 30′s! The weather was again beautiful and the scenery was worth the the trip…

Can't beat the view...

Can't beat the view...

No big surprise…fresh fish weren’t exactly pouring into any of the rivers, but we found some biters on Wednesday.

Hurry...this water's f%$&ing freezing!

Hurry...this water's f%$&ing freezing!

Here’s Reilly with a fish working…

Nick overseeing the acion

Nick overseeing the acion

We fished floats exclusively, mostly with worms, roe and jigs:

Steelhead food

Steelhead food

We probably had close to a dozen bobber downs and maybe landed 9 or 10 fish, most of which were downers. But hey, any day you can get out on the water, B.S. with the boys and get a few grabs, it’s all good in my book.

This downer was no downerfor the boys.

This downer was no downerfor the boys.

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

JD February 12, 2009 at 9:31 am

Hey, that’s all you need for a boy’s fishing cabin! Yep, living the good life, indeed!

The pics are all me all the time on the site…

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Dean Kampfer February 11, 2009 at 11:48 pm

you boys are living the good life. who’s taking the pic’s

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Bubba February 11, 2009 at 9:14 pm

That house looks like a double wide piece of white trash home. Who’d wanna stay there? Nice photo’s but you need some one with more talent than Reilly….

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