My Hunting & Fishing Stories

Whitefish and Rainbows on the Deschutes

2010-04-27T22:22:00.000-07:00

I was in Bend, Oregon for business last week (my real job). I knew the weather was supposed to be a little warmer than the last time I was there (-10 degrees Fahrenheit), so I packed my fly rod and fishing vest, just in case I got a wild hair, and decided to walk down to the Deschutes River near the office and fling a few flies. After a little investigating, I became privy to the fact that

Confessions

2010-01-20T22:13:00.000-08:00

It’s that time of year, when I begin to wonder if I will ever get out in the woods or on the water again. It‘s mainly your classic case of couch potato style laziness holding me back.It’s January 20th and I don't even have a fishing license yet. I’m finding all kinds of excuses to put other "priorities" first. Priorities like working, paying bills, getting over this cold, and just sitting back

Bow Hunting Escapades in the Cascades

2010-01-15T21:15:00.001-08:00

src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">I started bow hunting when I was thirteen years old. I used a 45 pound bow and practiced in our yard. We put some targets up on some cedar bales and practiced all the time. I

Fishing at Foster

2009-11-11T21:14:00.001-08:00

My son and I went fishing at Foster Reservoir today. We arrived and noticed that the water lever was back down at the same level it was at in May of this year, so I decided not to go to our secret location on the North side of the lake but to go to the South shore where we fished during May and had a lot of luck. I was kicking myself for not bringing my fly rod. This is the place I like to roll

Willamette Steel At Last!

2009-08-19T18:29:00.001-07:00

It was one of my best fishing days ever. I got up early, in order to make the 45 minute drive to Springfield by 5:30 AM. When I got to my older brother’s house, both he and my younger brother were waiting outside for me. They already had the boat hitched up. We were headed for the mighty Willamette River again. Two weeks prior I had hooked a steelhead and lost him and I had a good feeling

Diamond Lake Rainbows Survive Thrashing

2009-07-12T17:35:00.000-07:00

Made the 175 mile trip to Diamond Lake on Thursday, July 2nd to camp for the night. Silly me, I didn't make reservations and I was lucky to get a camping spot. When I drove down to Diamond Lake Campground, the sign said, "Campground Full," so I headed over to the resort and asked them how I could find out if there were any campgrounds available. They said they were all full as of Wednesday, but

Fishy Daze!

2009-06-26T23:58:00.000-07:00

Saturday, June 20th was a wonderful fish filled day! I got up at 6:15 and loaded up my gear in my Nissan Sentra and hit the road. I headed up Oregon's Highway 20 through Lebanon and Sweet Home and over he Santiam Pass to the Highway 126 Junction. From there I headed southwest about 10 miles past Clear Lake and on to one of my favorite summer fishing spots, Trail Bridge Reservoir. Trail Bridge is

Fishing Rods and Fishless Days by nimrod243

2009-06-21T18:56:00.000-07:00

Saturday, April 25, 2009 was the Oregon trout season opener and I had done a little research and found out that, according to the ODFW trout stocking schedule, they would be stocking 4,000 rainbows in Smith Reservoir, just off of highway 126. So, I called the number on the bottom of the Internet page to see if the stocking had been confirmed and it had not. However, in the process, I learned that

Good Times at Green Peter by nimrod243

2009-06-21T18:48:00.000-07:00

It's strange how when you're out fishing or hunting, the funniest things can happen. At least in my experience it seems that those strange things happen more often while I'm out in the woods, or on the stream or lake. I'm sure that at times it has simply been pure bad luck, or more rarely, pure good luck. One afternoon my brother and I drove up to Green Peter Reservoir, outside of Sweet Home,

Steelhead! by JB

2009-06-21T18:37:00.000-07:00

It was an early Saturday morning in July. My fishing buddy, Jamie, had recently purchased a used wooden drift boat and we were trying to learn how to maneuver and fish from the thing on the Willamette River in Springfield. The in town run of summer steelhead was in full swing and we had been on the water a few times that summer, only to watch people yard in steelhead all around us while we didn't

2008 Buck, by nimrod243

2009-06-21T18:27:00.000-07:00

After harvesting a nice three point buck in 2007 with my .243 caliber Ruger M77 Mk II, my hunting was over for the year. So, I filled my free time reading. I started going crazy, researching different rifles and calibers online. It wasn't that I didn't love my .243, but I had issues with my scope. I didn't want a new deer rifle. I wanted a bigger caliber for black bear and elk. I purchased a

My First Deer, by SM2

2009-06-21T18:19:00.001-07:00

We drew muzzleloader deer tags this year for the Metolius unit, doe or buck.So here's the story.Up at 5:30 for breakfast, headed out around 7:00 and my father-in-law and I were dropped off by his friend at about 7:15. We hiked for about 1/4 mile and see our first deer; a doe, and she looked like a blacktail to us and was small, so we passed her up.Meanwhile our buddy took the truck to another

2007 Trophy!

2009-06-17T22:57:00.000-07:00

It was October 30, 2007. I walked very slowly and quietly through the woods . After about 20 minutes of sneaking around, and peering through the maple branches and blackberry vines, I found a place to sit down and rattle some horns. I occasionally used my "Deer Talk, The Deer Stopper" bleat call. This was the second time I had stopped to sit and rattle and call. To my dismay, I heard a very loud

My Biggest Buck Ever

2009-06-17T22:48:00.001-07:00

It was Monday October 2, 2006. My wife and my son were in Nicaragua until October 20th, so I was free to hunt as much as I wanted this year. I was after the elusive blacktail buck that is intimately familiar with his home turf. I had hunted hard with my bother and some friends on opening morning. My purchase of some boots for $20 or so at the local Bi-mart proved to be a bad investment for

Getting Stuck on Fishing

2009-05-30T00:07:00.000-07:00

One day, before I was as old and wise as I am now, I decided to go fishing at a pond outside of Harrisburg, Oregon. I arrived at the pond that afternoon in Dad’s little black Mazda pick-up and parked on the side of a little gravel road that runs along the edge of the pond. I had a great time fishing, catching lots of little blue gill and crappie until it began to get dark.Since it was time to go