Like all the other preceeding forms of rape and pillage on the Deschutes, I think even this too shall eventually pass. The last two years have seen drops in the head counts going down the river. You can only be sunburned and hungover just so many times before it stops being fun. If you think I'm joking about the numbers, consider this. On the last trip, for two and a half days of fishing, we brought with us one six pack. We found ten beers and 2 pop cans, four beers in one glorious backeddy alone. Even with catch and release fishing, you don't have to go back with an empty creel. Fisherman drags back into camp. Everyone asks, "Well, how'd you do?" Fisherman smiles. "Fishing wasn't very good but I found two beers and a Sprite." Trump Doyle McKenzie Flyfishers August, 1989
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