For my spring break, I decided to head South and make a quick visit to the boys at The Fly Shop.
We left Redding just before the crack of dawn and after what seemed to be an eternity of driving we arrived to the North Umpqua. I had never seen a fish ladder before so Ryan and Eric thought it would be cool to take me to the Winchester Dam. We walk down to the river and into this little cave thing with three underwater windows.” Looks like theres a couple here,” says Ryan. Sure enough I look at one of the windows and theres three winter steelhead staring right at me! We must have stood there for 15 minutes just staring. I couldn’t help but think to myself, “If I hooked into one of those guys, I would freak out.
Once we stopped gawking at the pretty fish, we geared up and started fishing. It was dumping buckets, so again everything got soaked and chills were sent down my spine. We fished through out the day and never did see any chrome. We did hear stories about fish either being hooked or caught, which kept our hopes up. That evening we met up with a friend named Rich Zellman, and started to set up camp. We all decided to nibble on munchies we had in the truck, instead of going into town for an $8 burger. Eric brought along his box of survival gear and remembered that he had some cans of soup and a little burner. Just out of curiosity I looked at the expiration dates. One was June 5th 2006, and the other was August 10th, 2007. I immediately started laughing and informed everyone else. Ryan, with a crooked smile, opened one a took a whiff. ” Smells good to me,” he says. I also took a sniff and to my surprise it smelled just fine. So we opened the other, took a whiff and poured it into the pan. Ryan also brought along a canteen of jambalya, which he also pourd into the pan. So we ended up with this mix of aged beef and potato jambalya soup.
For the rest of the night we all chilled out in the back of the Land Cruiser and shared crazy college stories. Ryan and Eric insisted that tell Rich my fire drill experience. I have a feeling that I will forever be reminded of the most embarrassing of my life.