It is hard to know where to begin. Or, how. Montana is so large, scenic, and breathtaking in ways too numerous to tally. From the stunning sunrises and sunsets to the eager fish on freestones to the fickle trout on world-famous spring creeks, being out here can be overwhelming but in a good way. I
A Long Pause
Most years I do take a bit of a break from fly fishing. This normally happens around late December or early January. It’s just the natural flow of life and seasons, and I kind of enjoy a short mental break from the weekly schedule jenga required to sneak in some time on a river. As
Transgressing
On Saturday, when Jo and I were departing from the river, I asked if he wanted to write about our day’s adventures or if he wanted me to. He said it didn’t matter. He would write something up, but I could too if I wanted to. “Well, I might if you promise not to edit
Regressing
Life has a way of evening out things. It keeps you humble but later will lift you up. And, fly fishing is just one stage of many where that happens to me. After a lights-out session a few weeks ago during a Top 10 Day when I could do nothing wrong, life stepped in and