The very first fishing trip I remember was an amazing and epic trip to Lake Curlew in north eastern Washington.
We caught rainbow trout to our heart’s content. As many fish as we hooked, I think I was the one who ultimately was hooked, as I’ve not been able to go very long without thinking about fishing after that trip.
We went back to Curlew a few more times and the drive up would always be one of the best parts. The beauty of the hills, mountains, and woods of northeastern Washington was truly enchanting to me.
Returning to this area for the first deer hunt of my lifetime seemed fitting and driving past the lake filled my mind with these memories.