The Great "Fall" Outdoors

In October I got the itch to head home and take advantage of the fall colors and the crisp tempatures at home. After flying into Medord the next day was filled first by flyfishing on the Pit River with a trip up to my parents beach cabin. The next day again started with an early morning rise to try to catch a few salmon running up the Chetco River. Of course we did have to sit on a rock in the dark for an hour before we could even start fishing. By the time the sun came up we had about 20 guys craming for space on one rock, trying to through their lines in to hook a big fish. With one hour to spare I hooked two in the span of twenty minutes to reach my official limit. My dad had to wait till the next day of fishing (without me) to finally catch his 36 lb. salmon. We did manage to squeeze in many walks on the beach, a hike in the redwoods, and two rounds of golf. It was said that it was one of the best times had at the cabin. We may have to make this an annual event.