To paraphrase the Moose Jockey’s from up North who run LoFiFly… Every now and then your blog and blogging efforts go to shit. Sometimes it’s a little drawn out.
Sorry we’re not sorry. We were busy. Hunting season went from Sept 1st till Jan 15th. That’s a long time and it’s also a lot of work. But we now have an apartment with skulls on the wall and meat in the freezer. So it was worth it.
But we are back. Because we need it…And apparently enough of you want it to bug us about it non-stop… So here it is.
We will have posts about the fall and winter fishing and all of our clusters of hunting outings.
Just give us time. Rome wasn’t built in a day.
This is a fish someone caught.
That’s right LoFi. We called you out. Only because we love you.
We missed you guys.
It looks like streamer weather out there. Clouds, rain, not too much wind. Perfect. The browns have been mean lately and will to eat some junky looking streamers.
Tomorrow Stan and I are heading East for a weekend deer hunting trip. We are hoping to find some bucks Stan saw earlier this year. They have been in the back of his mind the whole time and have kept him from shooting anything else. I know what that means and I am excited about it.
I guess that in every blogs lifetime it dies at least once. Maybe 2 or 3 times. We have been absolutely silent over the past 2 months. If anyone missed us I don’t know what to say. Sorry about that.
We have been on the go since the start of the summer fishing season and haven’t been able to make time to post anything on FCFT. Fishing, Hunting, School, and Work have taken over writing time and I really haven’t liked that….
The fishing and hunting has been great. By far our most successful year yet. As for the fishing, I couldn’t have asked for a better summer and fall. We were able to see more water than we have ever seen. Caught more fish over 20 inches than the rest of my fly fishing career combined. And last but not least, met and fished with more amazing people than we could have ever imagined. We can forget the bat shit crazy trico hatch we had this year.
The hunting has pretty much been a dream season so far. We already have a freezer full of game and lots of punched tags hanging over the tying desk. The highlight being two bulls over 300 inches currently at the taxidermists. And its nowhere near over.
So we have absolutely no excuses for not posting in over a month and we are sorry about that. Is is time to get our asses in gear and keep FCFT alive. We will do our best at that.
FCFT recently had friends from Pennsylvania in town for a week of fishing and causing trouble. With 7 of us jammed into Zach’s and My two bedroom apartment i thought it was going to be a long week but it disappeared all to quickly.
With the hot weather the fishing started off a little slow but we fished hard and were rewarded for our efforts. We fished Rock Creek, Fish Creek, the Bitterroot, the Clark and everything in between.
My good friend Jackson is new to the sport of fly fishing but it didn’t take him long to hook into his first trout on a fly rod. In fact before long he was making casting look easy and catching fish in every hole.
Jack is a veteran with a fly rod but has never had the chance to fish Montana until this trip. Needless to say he was on fish right away and continued to catch them all week.
West Fork Cutty
Fun was had by all, we caught plenty of fish and FCFT definitely enjoyed having some good friends in town. We can only hope they will be back next summer to do it all again.
oh yeah how can we forget Dan hooking up on the biggest fish of the week……too bad it never made it to the net.
It’s 1 am. Pitch black. And you can’t see a damn thing.
It’s hard not to turn on your headlight, but if you do its game over. It really is amazing how well you can cast when you cant see. You lay down what feels like the perfect cast and start to twitch the hell out of the tip of you rod.
All you have for reference is the sound of the fly skating across the water. Just when you think the drift is over an explosion at the end of your line. And nothing. He missed… Or maybe you botched it. You strip in the slack and as the fly reaches your feet he’s back. And hes hungry. It’s a mix between a toilet flushing and a cinder block being thrown in the water and it’s scary.
The fight is on. Before it’s even over you want more.
Go ahead and forget sleeping. Just knowing you could be out throwing junk like that makes it even harder to fall asleep at night.
Flies the size of your hand and 20 lbs test Maxima. Its like a grind-house version of fly fishing. It’s too easy to get addicted too. Dark circles under your eyes, bugs bites everywhere, bruises from falling, and now leeches. You have to pay to play.
Bringing one fish to hand is a good night. But when the one fish looks like that… It’s okay.
The next time we look like we are dragging in the morning you can guess why.