Mother’s Day, flyfished the upper Rogue River with Teri. The day began mild and with sun. We drove up towards Shady Cove noticing large grey clouds dominating the sky beyond our destination. We parked our vehicle admidst a number of Mother’s Day picnics and gatherings, suited up in waders and light wear, and hiked to the river. The water was cool and slippery with mossy rocks. G.R. Hare’s Ears and Carpetbagger Nymphs were thrown and a number of trout were biting. With the number of steelhead into the upper Rogue over 10,000, every cast offered the chance of that “big pull.” The wind came up a bit, and soon the sky darkened and let loose on us. We found a bit of shelter, from rain, hail, thunder and lightening, huddling together tight to a high bank of the river under a roof of willows, brush and Douglas Fir. Soaked and cold we eventually made a hurried dash back to the parking area which was now devoid of any cars but ours.
Earlier in the week my attention was once again turned towards the morel mushroom of the Rogue Valley. On the 21 of April I stumbled upon this beautiful morel and several others along a trail on private land.
A Cinco de Mayo return to the location found a full flush of perfect yellow morels along the route. My timing could not have been better as the following photos of the yellow fungi clearly show!