25 Years of Mill Creek

Around this week 25 years ago I first started fishing this water regularly. Memories, stories, droughts, floods and through it all this place has changed remarkably little. No stories today, just a pleasant October day on the cusp of a storm. I knew the fishing would be tough today and I had to go to another river to find biting fish. Still, though, this is the place where fly fishing for steelhead really began for me.

Upper North-South, though some might call it middle North-South.
Lowermost North-South where it turns the corner and heads over to East-West. Many a day... many a fish...

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