244 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
natured Howell, the owner of one popular garage in Madras,-and-he 
informed us that the redsides were biting so well at Vanora, a station 
on the Oregon Trunk Railway on the Deschutes River about twelve 
miles northwest of Madras, that he had actually caught some himself. 
Realizing how good the fishing must be, we immediately started for 
said point of interest, which we reached about six in the evening. 
There we found one of the prettiest stretches of fly-water you ever 
saw. It looked so good that we did not wait to pitch camp before 
putting up our rods and getting into the stream. We hooked some 
good ones and when we got back to camp at dark no one (and I 
mean it, too) ever tasted anything better than did that supper which 
Phil had prepared while we were fishing. The smell of the campfire 
and the cooking fish and bacon has the incense of a Turkish Harem 
beat a mile. Ask those who know. 
We spent the next day and night on the Deschutes and left 
Tuesday morning for Heising’s on the Metolius River. Let me say, 
however, before leaving the subject of the Deschutes River that the 
spot where we camped, about a mile below the station of Vanora, 
is one of the spots we still remember. It is there they have their 
fish-bakes in the spring, and hundreds of redsides are taken out at 
this time. May and June seem to be the best time for fishing at 
that place. 
On our way to the Metolius we passed through Madras, Metolius, 
Cove, Grand View and then to the head of the river about eighteen 
miles northwest of Sisters and about four miles above Heising’s place. 
Some people have tried to describe Heising’s place on the Metolius 
River, but when they have finished about all they have said is “that 
it is a beautiful place.” That has been my experience. Judge Brad- 
shaw, of The Dalles, once tried to tell me. Worse than ever. But 

Our Party. From left to right—Bob, Phil, the writer and Billy. 
let me say—put Heising’s place on your map when you go camping. 
The river rising as it does from the immediate side of the mountain 
(on the north side of what is known as Black Butte) is at once a 
stream thirty or forty feet across. Doubtless it comes from a sub- 
terranean reservoir for the water is ice cold where it leaves the 
ground, in fact but two or three degrees above freezing. The best 
drinking water you ever tasted. The course of the river takes it 
through beautiful tall pine trees, free of underbrush, to the Deschutes 
below. Heising’s place is situated about four miles below the head of the 
river and there it was that we headed our machines. We reached 
