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Originally Posted by June
When I was little throughout my teens, my Granddad (AKA - The Tank) would take me salmon and steelhead fishing on the Columbia River. Sometimes we went to the Bonneville Dam, and sometimes to a place called Draino Lake.
I would sit quietly in the rocks and listen to the sometimes bawdy stories he and his friends would tell. We had an open faced tent and a kerosene heater for when it was cold and I remember that smell vividly.
The poles were big, set into holders pounded deep into the ground. They had bells on them, so when a fish would strike, not only would you see the pole dip sharply, but the bell would ring and whomever's pole it was would sprint over to "set" the fish and begin the long arduous process of reeling it in while their friends readied the long-handled net to scoop it out once it was close enough to shore.
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I have never fished in Oregon. It's so pretty there though. I know I would be in heaven! Your story places me in mind of my attempt at ice fishing in Alberta, Canada. Naturally, me being a back woods, country boi, I thought those people were insane building a fire on a 500ft deep frozen lake. I could hear the water swooshing under the 2 ft layer of ice and cracking and banging noises. Naturally, I had to act all butch and pretend my knees weren't weak LOL! It ended up being very fun though.