The rivers look like the milk at the bottom of a bowl coco puffs. So we are doing what we can fishing wise. And we seem to have gotten bears on the brain also.
Regardless, the Monday Morning Macro must be obtained.
I forgot how sharp their fins are…
Happy Monday. One more week till finals here at U of M and then a summer full of fish can begin. Early run off has me hoping for some real live Salmon Fly fishing. I haven’t seen that in all it’s glory yet.
See you at the ponds until then.
It was hot this weekend in Missoula. Hot enough to blow out the water. So we made like Lewis and Clark and explored.
While we didn’t find the easy passage to the Northwest, we did find some fish. And some other critters.
Of course we find the bears when we aren’t hunting them.
A wide range of fish made themselves present. In one weekend we managed to find Bull Trout, Cutties, Largemouth Bass, Perch, Pike, and Whitefish. It was pretty exciting. It was one of those weekends when you go exploring on a hunch and find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Just making mountains out of mole hills
Getting after it.
We put Anthony’s “new to him” boat to the test this weekend and it passed with flying colors.
The gold at the end of the rainbow
Anthony and I both caught our first perch on a fly rod. We were pretty excited.
I know there are bigger ones in there, but more research is required.
When the rivers give you lemons… You go find your own lemonade. It feels like summer here. I even got a great jump start on my Chaco tan. A sign of good things to come.
Bucket mouth style.
Its late April and it appears that run-off is here… Here to stay? Who knows.
I just hope it doesn’t put us on the bench for 3 months.
More to come later.
It’s finally Friday. I think that’s something we can all be happy about. We haven’t been fishing near enough, so that will have to change.
These are a few glamour shots from some of the better looking subjects.
Cutt’s, Bow’s, and Browns. Love em all.
Great weather this weekend. Gonna have to find some water.
We have been on a rod breaking spree lately.
But I guess that’s just part of the game.
The lesson here: Always pack an extra rod. Always.