Foreword

My entry to the outdoors came through fishing. Growing up in Oregon, I had the opportunity to visit the vast and varied nature the State has to offer. In the earlier days, family trips were planned around the coast, camping and fishing the small lakes around Astoria. The unpredictable weather often led to some soggy camp outs, pushing the limits of our repatched canvas White Stag tent to its eventual despair.

 
 
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Later on, we ventured to the sunnier side of the state, exploring Eastern Oregon. Fishing the high desert lakes, where you could pull an infinite number of Rainbow trout from Crane Prairie Reservoir, to honing my fly fishing technique on the tranquil Hosmer Lake and eventually onto the Deschutes River.

 
 
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As each year passed, our road trips extended further as we went into the far corners of the State and into the Wallowas, keeping our eyes peeled for Rattlesnakes as we fished along the rocky banks of the Imnaha River. This eventually took us across state borders and into the final summer destination in Yellowstone National Park. And here on the world class waters of the Lamar, my passion for fly fishing was set.

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My intent is to share these stories of my own experiences as well as those of others. And in doing so, hopefully remind you of a time from your own youth and maybe inspire to create your next Tales from the outdoors.

Go fish,

David