Powered by Twitter Tools

Back in Kentucky we’d always have an evening shower in the summer but everything’s a little bigger in Big Sky Country.  Someone sent me these pictures of the storm that pounded Bozeman yesterday and broke car windows everywhere which huge hail stones.

Powered by Twitter Tools

I began my love affair with Arctic Grayling in 2004 on a 6 week fishing / road trip from Las Vegas, NV to Prudhoe Bay, AK. 

I was on some unknown little stream way above the arctic circle when I spent the whole day picking off little grayling with a Parachute Adams.  Even though the fish were small they probably had never seen a fly and were full of spunk.  It was one of those beautiful fishing moments that you over romanticize and always remember. 

I recently discovered a nearby spot with grayling who are willing to play… and these aren’t tiny like the ones I remember. 

I caught this 16 incher this afternoon.

Of course I’ll be heading back tomorrow.

Decided to take advantage of opening weekend in the park and headed to fish the Firehole, which for some reason I’ve never fished.  I usually shy away from crowded spaces.  But, I have a friend who told me that if there was a trout stream in heaven it would be the Firehole.   So I figured it was time to give it try.   Well… I don’t know about heaven but I had a really good time and it is a sweet little river.  The weather was hit and miss depending on the hour, it was brutal yesterday with really heavy wind, snow, sleet and rain but warmed up in the evening.  Even so, there was a pretty good PMD hatch with a few BWO’s here and there for spice.  I saw plenty of fish feeding on the surface and took a few but most were caught swinging soft hackles.   All in all it was a pretty good trip; I caught quite a few fish, saw a lot of cool wildlife and had a swallow try to pick my sparkle dun up off the water a few times. 

I am, however, sad to report that tragedy struck while playing my last fish of the day.  The fish headed up under a weed bed and I lifted the rod up to work him out and snap… broke my favorite stick, my Winston BIIx 5 wt… broke clean right in the middle.  I had to haul this little guy in stripping the line by hand while my prized possession dangled helplessly at my feet. 

I thought about crying but it had been such a good trip… why mess it up. 

Guess I’ll be heading over to Twin Bridges later this week. 

Powered by Twitter Tools

Powered by Twitter Tools

Even though I’ve been fishing pretty much every day for weeks now I really haven’t had much to report.  It’s been a  series of mediocre days,  a lot of time spent splashing around looking for the fish that everyone else is catching.  So, in that way… today’s report will be no different. 

I woke up this morning not really wanting to go out but with no furniture to sit on, being pretty much caught up on work and nothing else to do but tie flies… I forced myself to go fish.  (I know it’s a tough life.)

The Madison hasn’t been treating me to well lately so naturally that’s where I headed, only to find the midge hatch has increased exponentially in the last few days since my last trip over.  However, in spite the biblical midge hatch it was windy and sunny and I never found one fish feeding on top. 

Look close… that scum on the water is a midge cluster the size of a house boat.

So it was another beautiful day enjoying the great outdoors.  Six hours on the water and ony one fish… although I am happy to report that one fish was a 21 inch brown, who I might have lucked into by hitting him on the head with that size 20 zebra midge. 

Powered by Twitter Tools

Powered by Twitter Tools

I set off this morning with a the intention of going to Livingston to fish the Yellowstone but with a last minute change of plans I ended up on the Lower Madison.  After a bunch of nothing the midges started coming off really heavy and I found plenty of fish interested in dries. 

Turned out to be some of the best dry fly fishing I’ve had in a few months.  A beautiful cloudy, midge filled day. 

Powered by Twitter Tools

I came across the North American Black Bear Research Center in Minnesota who has a Bear Cam set up in the den of this mother and cub.  Pretty interesting.

Bear Cam Link:  http://www.bear.org/website/visit-us/lily-den-cam.html

We’re seeing temperatures pushing up near 50 this week so you can bet I’ll be on the rivers. 

After my beating on the Madison Friday I figured I’d head over to the Gallatin to see if I could change my luck.  I did, and managed to catch a number of decent browns; all on #18 midges.  Unfortunately, I lost a couple that were really nice… one in particular which was easily 20+ who broke me off… stupid fish.

All in all, a good day on the river.

Powered by Twitter Tools

I know it’s been a while since I posted but I’ve been both a little preoccupied and a bit unmotivated.  I guess starting a blog during a major life change wasn’t the best idea but I think the move is finally complete and I’m settled enough to get back at it.  Well… at least as settled as I can get with only the things I could fit in a Expedition and a dilapidated wooden drift boat. 

As some of you know I recently made the permanent move from Las Vegas to Bozeman, MT to run the camp full time.  I’d like to say it was a smooth, well planned and organized move… but if I did, I’d be lying.

We packed our 3000 sq. ft. house up and stuffed it into a 20×20 storage unit, Emily and the fingerling moved into my mother in laws house temporarily and I took what I needed to live for the summer and headed north.    I’ve rented a little farm house and upon arrival realized I have perhaps allowed the trout bum thing to get out of hand.  Apparently all I thought I needed was a truck load of fishing gear.  So, after spending $200 on things I should have brought  like towels, a light, and a chair… I’m rattling around in one room with no furniture except a folding table for fly tying and one for a desk and sleeping on a mat on the floor.  A mat!

The good news is that I can now purchase a resident fishing license. 

I have managed a few fishing days since arriving.  I stopped on the way up to fish the Beaverhead; only had about an hour but made a couple of hook ups.  I fished the Gallatin a couple of times this past week with a little success and then today I fished the Lower Madison.  Folks around here claim it’s fishing great…  well, either I picked the stretch with no fish or something is rubbing off from some of the blogs I read.

For the most part it’s going well and I’m glad to be out of Vegas and in fly fishing Mecca.

Powered by Twitter Tools

Powered by Twitter Tools

Wild Bonneville Cutthroat caught in Leeds Creek in St. George, Utah.

www.winstonrods.com