It was 89 degrees at 3:40 PM in Portland when I fired up the Ford. It’s gonna be real hot over there I thought to myself, I already knew that though, because I had checked the weather earlier and it said Maupin would hit 99. Up over Mt. Hood I went, when I got the first real good look at the snow capped mountain, I reached for my phone to get a picture for you all. My phone was not there. I had left it home. Darn! I arrived at the river at 5:45, the sun was just about to tip below the rim rock, perfect. I geared up and went down to the river. No stone flies to be seen, nothing on the grass along the banks, nothing in the trees, nothing in the air. Oh well, I’ll tie on a caddis and fish on. I reached to grab my glasses and experienced the same feeling as when I went for my phone. I had left them home too, I felt like a first time rookie. After great trouble, I managed to tie on a size 18, elk hair caddis with a black body. On my first cast I had a rise. Got him! As soon as the fish felt the hook, he turned side ways to the strong current and made The Perfect, sing its clankety song. I was impressed at the work out that fish was giving my 7 weight, 8.5 foot rod. Finally got him into the net, he was a solid 14 plus inches and had the typical football shape (ours, not yours). A beautiful Deschutes River Red Side (Rainbow strain). Let him back into the river so we could play another day. Then nothing for over an hour. Nothing hatching or landing on the water. Then a salmon smolt took a nip at the caddis but did not get hooked. Only saw 2 fish rising for the rest of the evening. A very frustrating river to fish. Every time, I say I’ll never go back, but I always seem to Find myself there about this time of the year. I’m considering starting a go fund me page so I can import DDS, perhaps he can show me how to get er done. This is without doubt the hardest river I have ever fly fished. Sorry for no pictures, you’ll just have to take my word for it.