The McKenzie River flowed to the North of my childhood home. Past several farmer’s fields and a narrow strip of trees and brush that each year would ebb and flow as the river carved out its path from the cascades range East of Eugene Oregon to the southernmost end of the Willamette Valley.
My father, being a devout fisherman, had many tools in his arsenal. From his Orvis fly rod and reel, to his Caddis felt bottom wading shoes. I on the other hand had little equipment other than my Eagle Claw spinning reel pole.