London, Paris, New York, Craig, Ennis, Virginia City, Absorkee, Livingston. I’ve been to five of the listed eight towns in the last 10 days. To give one a hint of where I’ve been- I haven’t seen the Eiffel Tower, the Olympics, or a Yankee game lately. What I have seen
The Madison River embedded its self in a corner of my heart when I was about 13 and still occupies that coronary space today. The fish are still there in and around the rocks and the fishing is still great. Here is a photo of a big Madison brown that
Today I got a chance of a lifetime to guide and fish on a spring creek unknown to most Montana anglers. Blaine Spring Creek is right under our noses as a little known Madison River tributary. Well we got to scope it out and had an awesome time covering water
Getting the drift can mean a few different things. Like for example, “Do you get my drift that getting a good drift will lead one to fish?” High sticking on the Madison River’s wade water is essential to getting the drift. Here is an example of what a good high
Aside from loving to chase the slippery underwater animals that have gills and spots, we all love Montana for its complete beauty. Here is a great example of the real reason Montana is such a beloved place…
Just before dark the fish on the Mo will be pigging out on Caddis. Don’t forget a head lamp or just keep that tailing loop behind. Tangles are hard to fix in the dark. Here is an example of the reward for getting on the water during the last moments
Currently, I have left the Chubby dropper waters of home to test my best CDC flies and reach cast instruction on the mighty Missouri. Caddis, pmd’s, and Tricos are happening on the Mo and making the big guys even fatter. It’s not the numbers game of June but it is
The Yellowstone River is hitting its summer stride. This Brownie was caught within the first five minutes of the ramp yesterday. The fish went hard for a big PMX. No missing the set on that one. Good times for dad and son…
I wear a size 13 shoe and the foot in this photo is mine. So based on the art class I took when I was about 15 and given the proportional comparison of my foot to the Brownie in the net, that fish in the photo must be huge. Unbelievably,
