The bright summer steelhead buck exploded out of the pool close to my feet.
His head shaking, attempting to rid himself of the small but sharp spinner.
Brilliant sunshine created rainbows on the bright chrome-colored scales of the magnificent ten-pound trophy.
A few minutes later I landed the fish and later that day enjoyed a delicious barbecue of melt-in-your-mouth pink fillets.
That was more than 20 years ago on the Collowash River, a beautiful upper tributary of the Clackamas River in northwest Oregon.
Sad to say, no one can have my experience again. The Collowash River is now “managed” for the handful of fall chinook salmon that return annually.
On a warm, sunny day I revisited the river. It is as beautiful as ever, but not one fisherman was seen.
Sometimes times don’t change for the better.