I got back to position under a tree from the rainfall which was boiling down larger now and viewed the birds. I seemed like if I didn't get my line damp the rest of the day that this journey would still be taken into consideration a successful trip. I didn't should hook up with a big wheel or land a heap of trout to drink my Sunday. It visited simply positioning, being still, and noting the terrific playfulness of nature.
There were records of springers turning up the Rogue Stream as well as right into the hatchery this weekend. Let me rephrase that ... there was A record of A springer making it to the hatchery this weekend. It was repeated merely enough to make it look like things were going off.