Returning to origin

When I think of my fishing passion and it's beginnings, I think of Willow Creek. Being raised in a farming family, vacations consisted of places near to where my father harvested. Since the area surrounding Willow Creek consist of hay and grain fields, we spent our time there amongst the deer, rattle snakes, and ticks. My most significant memories of my adolescent lie in this creek.

Jess and I ventured to the foothills twice this year to Willow Creek in search of accessible fishing water. Both times we were shocked about it's poor condition. The land owners have now blocked access from the roads and clearly posted No Trespassing signs to walk in points. Letters pending toFish and Game and the BLM, we climbed down from bridges and found the water to be in excess of 65 degrees, even in June. The fish were there, but after 15 minutes of surveying the condition, we felt that they were best left alone.

Hopefully actions of others and us can bring this fishery back to it's glory days, but at least for a couple years, we will only be visiting with the camera...