It’s September and we are enjoying a beautiful “Indian-Summer” here in Montana. The fishing is still more like summer fishing but at any moment I expect that the weather could produce some more fall-like conditions. My waders are packed and everyday spent in shorts and sandals is feeling more and
In Costa Rica their called “Sodas.” Road side eating places where people can stop, eat, converse, and take a load off even it is for a few moments. Around here I guess we call them diners or “Greasy Spoons,” or locally “The Pop Stand.” Greasy burgers, tater tots, and Wilcoxon’s
“Aaron, I think I’m tangled?.?” me (outloud) “Uhh” me (inner voice) “Oh you think so? It does seem confusing when the Chubby and Prince are wrapped on the rod tip-for the 5oth time in a row!” me (outloud) Laugh, Laugh, Laugh “I’ll get it” “Thanks, you’ve got to be patient
Our favorite afternoon float is from Carter’s Bridge to either Mayors Landing or 9th Street Bridge. These Yellowstone River accesses are merely minutes from home and are also where some of the river’s best fishing occurs. This float produced many fish, started around 3:00 pm and went to about six.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if the fish stopped liking certain flies. Such as, the pheasant tail, prince nymph, parachute adams, x-caddis, morrish hopper and chubby. That would be the collapse of my fishing as I know it. It would be like having to learn Chinese to communicate at
My brother is in town and is pretty handy on the oars. In fact he is so handy that he really enjoys rowing and seeing someone catch a fish. It must be in our DNA to like to help others catch fish because he certainly helped me get this nice
The chubby is still working. It’s September and usually by now the chubby has lost it’s charm. However, today the chubby was the winner. We fished the dark body or pteronarcous (pronounced tero-narcus) and several fish were really into it. The hopper bite was in the afternoon and today being
Yesterday morning my boat seats were fully frosted over and on Saturday September 3rd, as I put my boat in the water, my feet let me know that fall had officially introduced itself to our area. No need to get in a hurry on these types of mornings. Both on
I love my new boat. It is a Ro Deville, made in Bozeman, Montana by RO boats. Finally I have found a boat that is river worthy for all the types of rivers I fish. The boat slides over shallow water easily, can handle waves, and anglers can either sit
The barbeque in the middle of the boat ramp at Carter’s Bridge was a perfect symbol representing the heat we have been enduring here in Montana for the last few days. A local bar had set up the grill and was selling jello shots, brats and beer to anyone playing
