ImBit (US)

 It started in 2006. It was Halloween day and my best fishing buddy and I decided we didn't want to party that night, we wanted to go fish it! We loaded up my truck with our camp gear and fishing gear and headed south east from Portland to Central Oregon. We were going to a river that I had fished many times before, but we were going to a spot that I had never been. During the 3 hour drive my buddy was telling me how good this spot was. " Nobody goes here, the Steelhead stack up and the evening drift is super productive". I was getting excited. We arrived after dark, started drinking beers and set up camp. The next morning I got out of my tent and for the fist time saw where we were, it was a beautiful place. Fishing was incredible for three days and nights, I got into 2 Steelhead but lost them both, my buddy brought 2 Steelhead home and we both landed a bunch of Native Rainbows. On the last night we were drinking Pendleton, "let er' buck", talking about the 2 that got away and how big they must have been. We decided to keep this spot a secret and chose to call it "Camp Pendleton". This place has gotten turned out over the past couple of years, but we still go there a lot. We decided that no matter what we will meet there every Halloween until one of us is dead or in prison.