The fishing was wild. It was slower than previous trips, according to my fishing companion duo, but was still a bit like shooting fish in a barrel. We started out fishing nymphs and various wet flies. Things were moderately consistent, but then the fish started rising all over to some unseen bug. We assumed they were midges since we couldn't actually see anything. Following this hunch Shane and I tied on anything we could find in his dry box that had black on it. The fish were smashing anything dark. I think Shane got a bit annoyed that I kept asking him for a new fly because the one I was fishing became shredded. Five or six flies later, a sore arm, and an inch of snow covering anything horizontal, we called it a day. Shane and Josh headed to West Yellowstone to grab a couple burgers and I headed back home to family and a warm bed.
There were a smattering of brookies thrown in the mix.
Shane tagged a nice healthy 20ish incher.
|The fishing duo. Calling it a day.|
Salmon fly fun... yes please!
|The color diversity in one river is amazing.|
|Either this guy is one of those eternal optimists or his eyes were just bigger than his stomach! Either way it is always fun to catch an unexpected brookie.|
|Snake. Bust I love those rings.|
|I don't know about you, but this guys seems a bit spotty to me. Bad joke, oh well.|
|Just in case you wanted to throw something away... in... the... middle... of ... nowhere.|
Leftover carp footage.
Mostly just the takes... with some previously posted pictures.
Outside of this, things have been pretty quiet on the home-front. It's funny how things feel so much better when you try harder to be a better person, but that things also have a tendency to fall apart at that same time! I'm sure it's all part of the plan, and it definitely keeps me humble, if that is the intention. Whatever it is, both pairs of waders miraculously started leaking a day or two after I began the media fast, I broke my 8wt the day before that, and hours at work cut back. The current situation is preserving many a carps lips and keeping me in responsible-not-fish-so-much-mode. Despite this, I can honestly say I feel happier and much more productive.
See you back out on the water, just as soon as I find more time, fix my waders, and get the 8wt repaired.