No camera, no phone on our first trip, aptly named "The Lewis & Clark Expedition - Deux" began at the back end of this cove. Not very good pictures I know... hopefully the story is better.
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Anyway here is a closer up of the cove where the L&C-2 launched after a short portage to the water's edge. Let me back up here. To get to what I am now calling "Log Jambs Cove" - and please make note of the plurality of the name, we had to travel Forest Service Road 740 approximately a mile. It wasn't "4-Wheel Only" but was close to it. Allen wasn't deterred by the craters in the road nor the fallen trees we had to muscle from the roadway - by gaud we were going fishing! Somewhere along the way, the stinger fell out of the hitch's receiver, probably that first camouflaged crater in the road.
Once at the water we loaded the boat and pushed off. There was a solid log jamb but we figured we could push, pull, pole, go over, under or around them and so, after about an hour we successfully navigated to open water - and just around the secondary point, open water and the $1,000,000.00 tagged trout! Hotdamn... the Lewis & Clark Expedition - Deux was under way.
But it was't until we rounded the point to see the main lake log jamb (i.e. log JAMBS cove), twice as fouled as the first one and doubly difficult considering the waves pushing the logs against each other. No way considering all the weight in the boat were we going to make it through. So Allen dropped me on shore and pushed, pulled, poled, went over, under or around them and two hours later made it through, pick me up and away we went.
Two hours into fishing, the $1,000,000.00 trout was no where to be seen, along with all the other trout in the lake. The sky started turning ugly, the wind starting picking up along with the waves and we decided to retreat to search for the elusive fish another day. Wisely we decided to put ashore at a campground boat ramp and while I emptied the boat of the 3.5hp motor, a trolling motor, THEE heaviest 12V car battery I have ever lifted, 3 gallon gas can, Allen's tackle box, THEE heaviest tackle box I have ever lifted, a 5 gallon bucket filled with safety equipment, 4 fishing rods, coats, rain gear, a colorful sun umbrella and perhaps lastly, a cooler full of ice, water, little bug bait creatures, worms, Allen's homemade Elk jerky and trail mix, Allen cut cross country (through the forest), and drove the truck to the ramp.
Allen's truck loaded to bear.
The second day of fishing was absolutely fantastic - no trout, no $1,000,000.00 tagged trout - so where the fishing was great, the catching was slow. There was one trout landed, about 8" long which we released. After the fact I asked Allen if he noticed if the fish had the $1,000,000.00 tag, he didn't - nor did I. Probably not... hummmmmm
I know this is a scatterbrained post but there ya have it. But here's one of the draws to the Sister's / Bend Oregon area. The Three Sisters of the Cascade Mountain Range. Named as virtues I wish for you.
I know this is a scatterbrained post but there ya have it. But here's one of the draws to the Sister's / Bend Oregon area. The Three Sisters of the Cascade Mountain Range. Named as virtues I wish for you.
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