Inside the box of a Deschutes master
-Darcy Bacha photo
Day 3-Significance
Waking up, it is cold. Snow is falling really hard. This is not uncommon here and we are prepared. Boot-foot waders, layers underneath, and scorching coffee in the thermos have us comfy. The first run we fish is a stellar glassy tail-out. Like most runs on the float, this one remains nameless. It takes something unusual or distinct to have found a name for a piece of water besides the normal canyon or creek name associated nearby. After this session we will have found that
special moment connected to this glossy
slick.
The snowflakes were getting huge. The skater skittered perfect. The Steelhead absolutely crushed the waked fly. So did the second one! After raising and landing the third perfect wild doe we had to sit and soak in all that was real and tangible. We now call this run Significance. Fitting really! It started a run of luck many would consider a godsend. We hit a few more spots before lunch and had a few more grabs.
Nothing since that first spot had stayed connected.
It was after lunch that things got crazy. Each run we fished had eager, enthusiastic, and fervent steelhead waiting for us. It got ridiculous. Like nothing I had ever seen. Pretty soon it was every cast and a fish would be on. In the last run it was 7 casts and 7 hookups. It was like a dream. Except it was real. From here on out; this day will be celebrated as the day of importance, meaning, and substance.