After I finished a much needed grease breakfast in the ‘don’t blink’ town of Spray Oregon over the weekend, I noticed this bug on the inside of the Fishcruisers windshield. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking from his drivers side view of all the dead splatters of perished cousins. Lucky perhaps?
Normally I would be excited to see such a great dry fly possibility so close to a river, but I happened to be stationed next to the John Day River which, depending how you look at it–good or bummer– is overrun with small mouth bass. Bass again! (Someone needs to stage an intervention and get me back on the Trout Track)
So the John Day River was where my wanderings took me over the weekend. In other words, bring on all things new in my fly box these days. Squirrel tails, plastic whatnots, foamies and my Bass Pro Jersey.