The Technical Mens Conference (old dawgs who have fished together for decades) headed for the Deschutes and launched from Trout Creek last week. This trip carried sadness in our hearts as we were missing one of our members, Wink, who lost a courageous battle of many years, to prostate cancer. Wink was a husband, father, an excellent wood craftsman, and an angler. You can lose friends, but losing one of your angling friends puts you in a strange place. As only Wink would wish, we launched our armada and headed off down river to chase Steelhead and Redsides.
The recent reports from the Deschutes told us of a early fire in the canyon. As only Mother Nature can do, the canyon was already on the mend from the fire, but it was a dramatic sight to see. Some areas still had the smell of fire in the air.
We endured some inclement weather during our trip, but as usual, we came prepared. No, it was not the circus coming to town, but our campsite.
No trip from Trout Creek to Maupin is complete without going down Whitehorse Rapids. We came upon this boat well down the rapid. A sad reminder of the fact Whitehorse is not just the upper section before Hotel Rock but the entire mile or so till the end. We have heard the passengers made it out safely and the boat was removed last Saturday.
I have a spiritual connection to the Deschutes. The Mutton Mountains may have been “toasted” but the majestic canyons, the river, wildlife, and the presence of angling friends makes it even more special.