The Williamson River

Fish from or walk for the pure joy of it the grassy banks of eight miles of pristine and private waters on our stretch of the Williamson River. The only sounds are Sand Hill Cranes calling in the meadows, the cries of Canada geese flapping low overhead, and the coyote yelping to his friends in the nearby timber. And, music to the fisherman’s ear, the splash of greedy trout taking Black Drakes in June, the unbelievable frenzy of a hex hatch in July, Hoppers in August, and the Mahogany Dunn in September/October

The Williamson River is fed by six springs, five of which are located on the ranch, producing 45 cubic feet per second year round. The springs stay a consistent 42 degrees and are not affected by snow melt or summer heat. The deep pools and undercut banks created by this slow meandering stream, along with fallen trees, rocks and weeds offer incredible habitat for monster rainbow and brook trout.

The river ecosystem lends itself to fine dry fly fishing and excellent nymph fishing. Our main hatches are the Black Drake in June, the Hexagenia in July, the hoppers in September, and the October Caddis. Throughout the year there are prolific hatches of mayflies, caddis, and terrestrials..

The late season sportsman can experience the brilliant colors of spawning brook trout in the morning and then hunt waterfowl on the same water that evening.

The Williamson is suitable for wade/walk fishing and for the beginner and intermediate level fly fisherman and yet challenging enough for even the most experienced. We have guiding available and professional instruction at all levels. For the non fisherman you can walk the banks of the river, canoe the lake, or relax on the porch with a good book, while hundreds of birds fly through the valley.

“A harvest moon played hide-and seek behind the tall pines and then bathed the sedge meadows in ghostly light.

...[We] cast Sofa Pillow and big yellow Mayfly patterns until rosy twilight faded in the west and the moon rose in the east.

...Each man reluctantly retraced his steps from the softly meandering headwaters of the spring-born Williamson River...

...Rainbow trout to 26 inches and blocky brook trout had teased us during the brief magical twilight period.

...Trout bulges, rings and dorsal fins disturbed the velvet black river surface. Put that fly in front of the trout and just maybe a lunker might strike....”

--Tom McAllister, The Oregonian.