Hoodoos, prickly pear and grouse scat (I flushed a pair of sharpies on the way up); a prairie hat trick
Back on the water I score another whitey in faster stuff
next cast it’s something different; this time it’s the scud they prefer
Evening comes and the wind lays down; just me and the owls to enjoy it
They’re still hooting in the morning when the moon goes down
Time to point the rig back to the Flathead and patch the rest of those leaks
Regards,
Scott