So here is a story. Sunday, the 24th, I went fishing on the Siletz R. I got to my favorite spot early, and waited for sunrise.
The water was too high for that spot ( I knew it would be.) So about 8 am I decided that I would take a drive south along the river and see if I could find some access ( for a later trip ) that I could put in my outcast pontoon craft, and float a new section of river.
So I'm driving on the logston road towards Siletz when a deer popped up out of the ditch and started across the road. :shocked: So I moved over a bit, and she stumbled to her knees (slippery pavement) [img]graemlins/idea.gif[/img] I moved a bit more and DOWN in the bar ditch I went, doing about 45, tried to drive it out but caught a telephone pole down the right side, could not turn back to the road, hit an access driveway and FLEW that chevy clear to the other side and smashed a large corner pole flat. So it was an ugly mess when that was done. No injuries at all to me and the deer. So I bummed a ride back to Corvallis, got a wrecker, and drove back with him to the truck. It was quite a operation to get the truck back to the road,load it on the truck, unload, turn it around, and load it frontwards. So the guy won't let me help him, and I tell him "I might as well cross the road and go fish for 1/2 hour while he loads the truck. :tongue:
So over to the river I go, march down the bank aways, find a nice looking riffle and toss out my offering of a #4 silver/green chunk of iron. I really don't think it even hit the water, :shocked: or bounced off her head, but she munched it and down the river she went, peeling my line at an incredible rate, one jump, two jumps, then back up towards me, I was cranking for all I was worth,
my Shimano aero 4000 fast retrieve barely able to keep a tight line, past me, and up the river she went, peeling out line again, so I let her run as far as she wanted, then slowly worked her back to where I could tail her out. It was about an 8# palmer creek run hen, so I tagged her and went back to the wrecker. The truck was ready to go, and so was I. The driver ( being a flatlander) could not hardly believe his eyes. I don't think he had ever seen a steelie befor, he just kept looking at it like it was impossible to be. :shocked: I put
her in the coolor (it flew about 50 ft. from the truck in the wreck, but was unharmed.) Got in the wrecker and drove on home. Man, I like fishing but that was a spendy trip. I'm out of operation for at least two weeks, guess I'll rebuild my gear
and get ready for springers on S. Santiam.
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