The Five Fly's go to Humbug valley

After a long drive we finally made it to a campground on deer creek where we went about setting up camp while waiting for Klinkhammer to arrive. The trip took longer than planned and alot of that had to do with missing a turn and driving all the way to Manzanita lake before realizing. Our new fly Blue dun learned the hard way about O'Brien mapless navigation. We did make it, all though it was a different campground and we did have to get directions from a local but we made it.
Woke up early and decided on fishing the water right near camp, it was a good idea Blue dun and Hares ear were on to fish right off. We finished the morning fishing a few miles down stream near the big red bridge where right under the bridge a rather large rainbow broke Blue dun off just as Prince was about to grab em... so close. We all decided that we would take the rest of the afternoon to pack camp and head out to look for Yellow creek and camp there if we found it, in an hour camp was down and we were on are way.
Way, way, way, up an old country road after washboard, potholes and enough dust to cause a dirt blizzard we find an enormous open valley with mountains on all sides and a small beautiful stream that flowed through. If nothing else it was sure a nice place to camp. Shortly after arriving we were on the water and even though we had action right off the bat we knew it would not be easy here the water is crystal clear fairly shallow not very wide add the fact that there's not much cover and it makes it real easy to spook fish. And if you do catch one the next problem is getting it in, large cut banks and heavy weed growth make for some real battles. As we headed back to camp are thoughts were of the evening hatch and the shadows on the water and as I come around the last bend of the creek before camp I here a big splash to big to be a fish and when I round the corner it's the newest fly Blue dun. He had gone to the creek to wet his hands when the ground went out beneath him and in he went it was quite a site, but he could laugh it off he wouldn't finish before he caught a trifecta a bow, brook, and a brown not bad.
That evening was no easier, and as we sat around the fire I felt humbled though we all had strikes and a few fish were caught I knew the keys to this fishery were yet to be found. That morning came and went quick and before I knew it we were saying are goodbyes packing up camp and on the road home. Good trip and a good welcome for the new fly Kurt (Blue dun) Kennedy til next time.