Fishing on the Wilson River
The Bite, the Fight and the Ultimate Prize

Nick threads the hasp with intense precision. Fish cannot be fooled with a careless rigging. Nick's 12 years on this earth, and five on Oregon rivers, have taught him this. Undaunted by a merciless torrent of winter rain, he moves deftly through his tackle box - corkie, yarn and leader.
When the line is threaded, tied and knotted to his satisfaction, he hands me a ten-foot pole with a pink worm, a matching bead, and a weight made from shoestring and shot. The chalk-green river rushes behind me. The steelhead are coming home. And I am ready.
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Staff Photo: Nick Vawter casting for steelhead on the Wilson River
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