Truly, what’s finer in life than a fish camp on one of the great rivers of the West? This trip we caught fish steadily; nymphs in the morning then dries as it got warmer. I relearned what I love about trout. It has a lot to do with where trout live. And like the original paradise, the Deschutes is also a place corrupted by serpents. That part I don't like so much.