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The most majestic river in Yellowstone National Park is the Yellowstone River and it is by far the complex and challenging river in the Park and because of its length and diversity of habitat it is one of most interesting rivers that the angler will ever encounter. Each major section of the river differs somewhat from the other sections; therefore I will break it down into five sections.

Middle Section: I could go on details for each spot and section but if I would choose one to focus, that's Middle Section. In this series of columns I define Middle Section as stretch one can reach from Anglers' Hut (middle hut): Up-stream to a culvert below haystack and down-stream to a culvert above House Pond (of course one can reach from either end as well).

Growing up with a well used copy of Ray Bergman's Trout I have always had a soft spot for books dealing with wet flies. Mike Valla is filled with great photographs of some of the deadliest wet flies of the twenty century; however not all the patterns listed are the bright and gaudy wet flies often associated with the old wet fly patterns.

In the 2013 fishing season in Yellowstone National Park, if you fish in the Lamar River drainage; which includes Slough Creek and Soda Butte Creek you must kill all non-native fish, including rainbow and brook trout.

Water level has come down to acceptable flows now. Clarity is just that perfect greenish-blue hue. It's probably enough to disguise my sorry attempts at fly flinging without startling all the finny folks for miles around. Also, it prevents the trout from making too much fun of the loose conglomeration of materials wound around the size 12 barb less hooks.

It began like any other spring day does; cool in the morning with birds chirping a serenade through your bedroom window. The kind of wakeup that makes you wish all mornings were exactly like this one. So, in a good mood right from the get-go I sat at the kitchen table with my first cup of black coffee and watched the sun rise. While sitting there I flipped through my cellphone to check the forecast for the day, and was surprised to see a high of 75 degress with no wind.

It was a day off and I had many other things that we needed to do, so I only I had two hours to be out on the pond. Hopefully the rest of the time would be involved in filleting some fish.

Every once in a while a good friend of mine will call me and want to go fishing on the Elk River which is the tail waters below Tim's Ford Dam here in Tennessee. The last time he called, we had a great time together and caught rainbows and browns plus a couple brookies. I noticed that he would get three strikes to my two strikes and I asked him what fly he was using and he told me it was a Guacamole Stick Bug.

May 21, 2013. My nephew Tom and I are up and away from our Livingston, Montana home before the sun touches the tops of the eastern foothills of the Absaroka Mountains. The sunrise is delayed by a thick deck of clouds which gives way to broken sunshine as we head East on Interstate 90. We slide passed Billings turning towards Hardin and the valley of the Little Bighorn. We fill the gas tank at Hardin before we turn southwest toward the town of Fort Smith, Montana at the base of the Yellowtail Dam on the Bighorn River. Our annual spring fly fishing trip is underway.