bit of a walk to get here, usually worth it (it was ); hoppers not so much but drakes brought 'em up
I’ve looked at them from both sides now
surprisingly uncrowded here, and drakes trumped terrestrials again
reason for the lack of crowd; thought they were a mass gathering of wolfers but it turned out a grizz was sleeping on top of a dead bison right at junction meadow
let’s see what’s on the left side
these are truly sad times; used to be a whole tree, but with cutbacks in the Park Service…
crazy crowded (with schools back in session, folks coming here had more time to spend on the water)
time to hit the road and see where all this water comes together
cool ride, nice guy
next morning, time to visit some old friends (the yellow’s head was covered with pseudo duns); he fished with me for a while, helped me land a nice brown, then peed on my tires
shameless
people yes, crowds no, lots of places to play; a bit early for baetis but swinging softhackles was as productive as bobber fishing (and a lot easier with the wind blowing downstream)
Sisters on the Fly make a swing through MT; didn’t get a chance to warn them about the campground crapper (2nd worst in the state) before they found out the hard way
Before I headed out my campground neighbor, a guide on a busman’s holiday, mentioned things had been crazy good on the hopper/dropper a bit down river the day before and I should give it a look; always listen when a guide makes a suggestion. Welcome to the pig farm
don’t think I moved more than 100 yards; they came in all the colors of the rainbow
and somber shades of autumn
hate to leave when they’re still biting but it’s 5 hours back to home base and only thing left in the beef jerky bag is the pack of silica gel; the sights makes the ride a breeze