Posted on March 11 2008
“’You gotta use a worm.’
‘Oh yeah?’
‘Hell, I caught a 24-incher (using his hands to show how big) down there last week with a crawler. You ought to try a worm.’
‘I just might.’
Then the man erupted into a strange, maniacal laughter. I kept walking.”
In New West, Joseph Friedrichs encounters the most predictable form of wildlife on the early-season Deschutes.