I'm not particularly proud of this, but last summer I pulled off what has come to be called my "Central Oregon Trifecta." Skunked (not counting dinks) on consecutive days on the Deschutes, Crooked, and Metolius. Yeah, I know, it happens. BUT my wife just hammered 'em every day (note avatar) swinging soft hackles. Hope none of you have suffered such an indignity.