was, well, a blast. First cast in No Name Creek a real lunker brookie ate the Orange Stimulator I had tied on in deference to Gale--like the Orange beauty has been a favorite, actually her go-to fly for decades--who was herself tied up at the moment tending to Kate who was at the moment engaged in ferreting out yet another interesting scent...Anyway no boots, no camera handy, standing on a high bank, no way to get down to land the beast (in one piece anyhow) I did the next best thing and tried to lead it downstream--no dice, no witnesses except for Annie of course so there you have it. How big? Well pretty big especially considering the crick's rather tight living quarters but in actuality...like the man often points out this one we will just never know. I know, I know the beeg ones always somehow get away...what can I say.
Here are a few keepers of another sort...hope you enjoy 'em even half as much as we enjoyed living 'em...
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| 24 chilly degrees this mornin'... |
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| Nothin' I know gets the blood runnin' quicker than crawlin' into frozen wading socks and boots... |
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| Not a bad way to end a long day of adventurin, eh? |
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| Mule Ranch/Pintlar Range is perhaps our favorite Montana vista... |
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| Big wind set the Stewart Mountain Fire (a few days ago officially declared DIW) to smokin' big time...so much for 100% contained, eh? |
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