Brent caught thirty-eight fish on Saturday - 18 in the morning, and another 20 that afternoon. I think I caught eight, maybe, with another half-dozen or so on-and-offs - hooked fish that I didn't get to land. While his largest was only 8 or 9 inches, my smallest was probably a two inch fry that my fly gaffed for all practical purposes, for which I suffer sincere regrets.
While Deer Creek is apparently heavily stocked (according to "Tony", the affable resident of the campground who had been there for about a week, and who showed us some nice 16" rainbows on ice), everything we caught was strictly naitive. They were in some out of the way locations. I also learned the utility of the Elk Hair Caddis, the fly on which Brent took most of his fish, and which sadly, I didn't try until late in the afternoon.
On the way out, we swung by Hat Creek, where some people were sitting in lawn chairs and fishing the irrigation canal! What a difference.
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