It started as they all did an ill fated thought slowly turned to fruition. What kind of maniac flies across the United States to fish for two days? So much room for error, for weather, for delay, for complete financial devastation. However fear not life bestowed upon me yet another amazing trip for the books, my first time on the west coast was a resounding success.
Sensationalized media reported a “bomb cyclone” (did they make that up?) hitting the east coast, stating it’s the snow equivalent to a hurricane. The name was goofy but the results real, Georgia and Florida got snow and cold they haven’t saw in 30 years. Thousands of flights north and south of us cancelled. We just got the extreme cold, home settled for single digit temps and negative lows with high wind as we took off for a much warmer Oregon.
We landed in Oregon and didn’t waste any time, this was carefully crafted precision trip taking. I’ve honed my skills over the years to ensure not a moments wasted. First stop was oddly enough, Washington state for a first time visit and some grub. Later that night mark and I snagged $20 seats to the Portland Trailblazers vs Atlanta Hawks game. I don’t think I’ve ever watched an NBA game on tv ever but it was definitely an enthralling way to spend the evening.
We quickly rose the next morning to what we set out to do, fish for white sturgeon. We met up with Olivier Gandzadi an angler we saw on Instagram check out his Page. Olivier had a confident grin on his face when I said I’d be happy with one small sturgeon. We claimed our spot on the bank and set up shop. What came next could only be described as an old endless onslaught, 3 baits never stayed in the water. Tap tap tap, swing swing swing, up came the ghost like beings from the depths armed with razor scutes and lifeless eyes. Gorgeous, majestic creatures we caught mostly what locals refer to as “shakers” (small ones) however we went on to catch sizable fish with frequency. Many good times were had as the day went on swinging endless prehistoric dinosaurs from river to hand. We also got to see a sea lion for the first time in our lives which was truly magical, unfortunately no photo of him swimming amongst the sturgeon drenched waters but the memory will be lasting. Beaten, bruised, smelly and tired we headed to get some food which was absolutely delicious. We made way for the hotel, tomorrow would cause us to pivot due to forecasted rain.
We were out of things to do so we checked out a movie i wanted to see Ladybird so now seemed like a good time. A girl who’s bump to my seat would of barely registered on the movie theater richter scale made it a point to profusely apologize once the movie ended, the good vibes continued, Dorothy I don’t think we’re on the east coast anymore. This is when the trip truly took a turn for the special. I found a place called “Ground Kontrol” in Portland a late night 21+ ARCADE that sold beer. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus was this built for me. Dio and other metal legends came thundering out of the speakers as I played old school X-men and Ninja turtles on arcade machines, bouncing pinballs back and fourth on the KISS machine, with a cold beer not far behind. This was the only time in my life i felt like I was in a movie, the perfect encapsulation of my childhood, id be a poor man if this existed at home. We went straight from the arcade to the airport and waited for one of three flights home. What a truly special adventure, audacious and bold to say the least but that’s the way we like em’.