My name is Jeremy Owen

Having grown up in the Northwest, the outdoors has always been apart of our family. Lakes, rivers and streams were at the heart of every trip and vacation. Weather we were out on Coffinberry Lake or collecting arrow heads along the Columbia River. Summer meant water and water meant fishing. Like most kids we started out as bait fisherman. They tell me at the ripe age of 16 months, I sat proudly in my playpen at the base of the Young’s River Falls, sporting a hand cut willow rod, baited with crawdad tails my four year old brother collected from under the rocks (and put in the playpen with me). I don’t remember much from that age, but I do remember the river, the falls, the great big bee hive dripping honey like a scene from Winnie the Pooh. Though more than any of that, I remember my first native cut throat trout. Green and speckled, shining in the sun, it was like magic in my little hands. That image that has flashed in my head throughout my life, it calms me down and brings a smile. After 40 years of fishing, I often think back and  wonder, on that warm magical summers day ..just exactly who caught who?

My name is Julianne Owen

As a child, I too started as a bait fisherman; my best childhood memories were camping and fishing in Eastern Washington.

I was tickled to death with my first fish caught on a fly. It was just a tiny little guy, but one of the most beautiful brightly speckled trout I’ve ever seen, possibly a native? I do believe it was an elk hair caddis, that sunny afternoon up in the Snoqualmie Forks, when I tempted the little guy into one of his first lessons in life. I’m hoping next year, I will teach him the same lesson again.