Making the Trek to Stumptown

Rowing Pontoon Boat
After spending the end of 2007 in Dallas and listening to my friend tell stories of great winter fishing in Oregon, I decided to permanently move there. I didn't want to get on the plane after my trip in October was over, but I had a feeling someday I'd be back.

Locals call it Stumptown because during the days of the western expansion, settlers would cut down any tree they could find for lumber. Eventually, the landscape was almost nothing but tree stumps; hence, Stumptown.

The trees grew back and now Portland is flourishing with towering evergreens. Anyway, this is my home now although I have yet to find a place to live or a job to make me money. I came for the fishing and the other outdoor sports, but I can only stay if I can get a job. Wish me luck. The rain pours steady and we've actually seen some snow here over the past week, which is rare for this elevation. Other areas of Oregon are getting dumped on and Mt. Hood consistently has fresh powder. I need to get on the snowboard.

Oregon is synonymous with steelheading and winter is time for the big natives to come in, so most of January, February and March will be spent in search of my first chromer. Again, wish me luck. I'm working on my Spey cast and the art of the swing right now that is not exactly something I want others to see at the moment, but it's getting better each time I go out.

I've learned you have to get excited about certain runs that you get to fish. You don't say, "I know we're gonna catch a fish in this run." You say, "Man, this is some nice swinging water."

The guys who are experts at this obviously do better, but as I am starting out I have to be patient and get excited about "sexy" water, as my friend calls it. So as of now I'm a man in search of the sexiest piece of river I can find in Oregon.