THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 225 
A FISHING TRIP IN UMATILLA COUNTY 
By M. A. SprinKLE, of Pendleton, Oregon. 
Being a reader of The Oregon Sportsman and enjoying its con- 
tents very much, I am sending the details of a recent fishing trip in 
Umatilla County for publication. 
On Saturday morning, June 17th, this year, our telephone rang 
and from the other end came the familiar voice of our friend, Mr. G. I. 
LaDow, the well known Pendleton sporting goods dealer, wanting 
to know if Mrs. Sprinkle and the writer would join him and Mrs. LaDow 
and elder son on a fishing trip. We were glad to accompany them, 
remembering the many pleasant fishing and hunting trips we have 
taken together during the past three years. 
After our better halves had filled that “grub box” with bacon, eggs 
and other good things that go on a trip of this kind, and we had 
replenished our tackle, we loaded 
up the car and were soon on our 
way for Ukiah on Camas Creek, 
distance about thirty-five miles 
from Pendleton to the _ south- 
east, and located in the heart 
of the beautiful Blue Mountains. 
After the first twenty miles the 
read is winding and through the 
open pine forests, which are 
characteristic of the country. 
About noon we dropped down 
into a narrow valley, through 
which runs a little creek fed by 
a spring. Near the roadside is a 
beautiful camping spot called 
“Cold Springs,” well known to 
the people of this country, and 
it was here that we had our 
lunch, after which we proceeded 
on our way, arriving at Ukiah 
about 2:30 in the afternoon. 
After arranging for our night’s 
lodging, we drove up the creek 
a short distance and located in 
a beautiful spot where we could 
enjoy our supper. 
Here is where the fun began. Those who have fished Camas Creek 
will tell you it is an ideal trout stream. It rises at the summit of the 
Blue Mountains, and its swift, clear waters go winding down through 
the big pines into the open parks, then tumbling over the boulders 
into the gorge, and finally into the John Day River, some forty miles 
to the west, and all the way the trout abound. We came in that night 
with a nice catch—plenty for our supper and some two or three dozen 
to the good. It might be well to state here that Mr, LaDow, his son 
and the ladies caught most of the fish. However, I enjoyed the day 
very much. 
The next morning we arose about 4:30 and again drove up the 
creek about three miles, where our good wives prepared a bountiful 
breakfast. After breakfast we fished two or three hours and had 
splendid luck, took some pictures of the catch and the scenery, and 
then started on the return journey home. 

