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A moderately tall, dark, and handsome & Native Brad Pitt (a la "River Runs Through It") slogs around a crystal clear stream.
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Hunched near the bank, and eyeing the water like a heron, I look for ripples in the water.
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The sun shines golden through a down-pillow cloud.
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These are my memories of southeastern Washington's Tucannon River (my little "Big Blackfoot"). It's not a huge blue ribbon stream by any means, but what this river lacks in size it makes up for in pizazz and intimacy. In this little canyon, this river DOES run through it. This is where I honed my newbie fly fishing skills.
Yes, there are stocked lakes here, but I always gravitate toward the Tucannon. It's nice and it's got trout. I've seen salmon spawning in its waters before, but trout are the fish to target here.
Casting back. Casting forward. Laying the fly gently on the water. Little streams are good at teaching patience and grace---in life and in casting.
I don't get out here as often as I should, but this place will always be with me. read more