Sorry Kevin, it took longer than anticipated (these feisty "22inch" fish from the town run keep me busy in my spare time!)
The sun disappeared behind the canyon walls and the river lies in shadows. I make my way up to my favorite spot. I cast my Clark Stone (dry fly) close to the bank, right into the seam where the fast moving water meets the slow water. On my third attempt, a fish swallows my fly. For a brief moment I see the crimson red stripe on it's flank and the dark spotted body. The fish immediately dives into the deep fast moving water and my reel starts to scream....
The winter was long and dark (in several ways...). All hand tied (by Clemens).
Stonefly larvae (Salmonflies & Golden Stoneflies) could be found under every rock, inches from the bank! They are as long as your little finger!
After 3 years of larval life, finally an adult...
...and heading straight for the beer!
A nice redside caught by John (on a nymph).
John fighting a (presumably) large fish (lost it shortly afterwards; the fish took him for a walk though).
Our camp neighbors. In anticipation of John's catch (...they got disappointed since he lost the fish).
My most precious catch!
The Deschutes! World famous for it's backeddy fishery (according to our camp neighbors; again, thanks for the beer, the informative "fishtalk" and the great companionship!)
John fighting a (presumably) large fish (lost it shortly afterwards; the fish took him for a walk though).
...using the current, the fish moves downstream. In order not to loose this fish, I have to follow it, wading through the hip deep and fast moving water. Finally, the quiet water close to our campsite slows down the fish and I manage to bring it in. After removing my fly from it's mouth, I revive the fish and release it. This was my best fish and like last year, my best fish was caught on a dry fly.