Sometimes fishing is so easy you just can't imagine what you ever were doing wrong before - or why the fish didn't like your best fly last time, or if wearing the purple argyle really does make a difference!

We were on the Upper Yellowstone, barely above Buffalo Ford, and I was working with our friend Mike's youngest son. The kid had casting down pretty well, could spot a fish or two and actually listened. I planted him on a narrow sandbar, parallel to shore, and pointed out a row of Yellowstone Cutthroats lying in wait for whatever edibles drifted by. Honestly, they were lined up like critters at the trough - and I believe they were even smiling.