Cylindrical holes carved into the bank at Fall Creek in the Willamette National Forest bustle with tiny lifeforms. Erin Tierney/The Creswell Chronicle
I spent last weekend puttering along at Fisherman’s Point in Fall Creek, a spacious campsite made full with friends, crackling firepits and the sound of clinking bottles.
When morning crept in, we crept out of our tent and sought a quiet spot to drop a line and reel one in.
We fumbled our…
