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are high hills on both sides and you have to take a path leading down
to the river. Once your down the vegetation opens up and there it
is. Granted you hear it the whole time as you make your way to it.
The river flows lazily around the bend about one hundred and fifty
yards up stream. As the water comes to where you are standing it
seems to pick up momentum but this is only because it becomes much
more shallow where you are standing and you can see that years and
years of this water flowing past this particular spot has left a
massive deposit of gravel stretching three quarters of the way across
and one hundred yards down the river. There is life all around. The
gravel sets the stage for some of the best salmon and steal head
fishing in the state. Across the river there is a massive dead tree
which after years of erosion from the moving water has fallen into
the river head first. Like clock work everyday, as soon as the sun
comes up there will be different types of turtles sunning themselves
like the haven't a care in the world. Usually you will see at least
one eagle as well. This is where I fell in love with fly fishing.
