You know a place is windy when it’s known as the windsurfing capital of America. That is exactly what Hood River, Oregon, is known as. Driving through the gorge you can see windsurfers dotted along the Columbia River whitecaps. The Columbia forms the border between Oregon and Washington and also happens to be in the middle of a giant wind tunnel causing the great windsurfing conditions.

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Let me start by emphasizing that I moved to Oregon to fish for steelhead That being said, sometimes you need a break from the big rivers to get out and hike in to a small tributary that holds small, wild trout. On this day, we decided it was time to hike a few miles to a river that is fed by the runoff

I have already begun to hear stories of the lower Deschutes blowing up with aggressive summer-run steelhead. Although the summer fish are smaller now than in prime time, they are also more aggressive. Landing more than one steelhead on the same day in the winter is rare, but having a multiple fish day in the summer is a definite possibility. Switching from sinking lines to floating lines and fishing wet flies that hang just below the surface or sometimes waking dry flies is a welcome transition. However, on the local Portland rivers, that line adjustment is not made as quickly or often.

A couple of my friends and I decided that after college we wanted to stay in touch and still fish together occasionally. As we moved around the country, we decided the best way to maintain our friendship was to start an annual fishing trip where one person would pick the place and we would all meet

Some people ask me how I came up with the name for my Blog. Simple. When I was working on the Delaware River for the Delaware River Club, I was fishing non-stop every day and night after I was done working. One day I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time my boots had actually been

Each year all over the West, the famous salmonfly (Pteronarcys Californica) hatch comes around in May and June, depending on where you are and the water temperature. It's always a guessing game with anglers trying to pinpoint when they're going to pop. You wait to hear reports of seeing

Conditions this weekend did not look good for steelheading so we decided to go to a river close to home and walk the bank for some trout we hoped would be eager to move. We had some crazy weather on our way out which involved a complete white-out of sideways blowing snow, sleet, and cloudless blue

Springtime in Oregon is a bit of an enigma, particularly for meteorologists since they can't seem to get anything right around here. The sun is trying to stab its way through the clouds while winter fights for every last cold day it can get. Sun, clouds, rain, wind, hail, snow, sleet. It's

I have been trying to find the most poetic words I can to describe my achievement. It doesn't matter what I say because if you weren't there (and you weren't) then you can't know how it felt. The only people who can understand the triumph I have now tasted are those who have

After spending the end of 2007 in Dallas and listening to my friend tell stories of great winter fishing in Oregon, I decided to permanently move there. I didn't want to get on the plane after my trip in October was over, but I had a feeling someday I'd be back.

Locals call it Stumptown because