I think that from where the picture is taken, if you took a big leap off that cliff, you'd roll ass over teakettle all the way to the river and end up in the Mixer, which is directly below the photographer.

The last time I fished that area out of a drift boat, there were about fifteen flyflingers on the fly bar, mainly smoking cigars and drinking, watching each other cast.

We hooked up a single, followed by a double, against the cut bank on the opposite side...you've never seen a crowd of flyfishers with two handers run and stumble across the rocks as fast as they all did! For a minute or two, it looked like Blue Creek, but for flyfishermen!

After a few minutes they got their wits back about them and settled back down to a more sedate flyfishing pace.

I've never hooked up in the actual "Mixer" itself, though I always hear stories of monsters coming out of there. If there is anywhere in the area that would hold 30# steelhead, that would be the spot.

Damn near need a downrigger to get down to them, though!

Any more pics, Homer?

Fish on...

Todd
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