There's a lot to like kicking about the high lakes of Montana. Not the least of which are nifty views: Rarely out of sight of a spiffy mountain or two; wildlife encounters are a given. Pine scented air, clear, icy-cold water and solitude--mostly the sounds of wind and water lapping the tube--ideas increasingly harder to find as you lose altitude and the lakes give way to our overrun trout rivers...
No, the trout aren't as big but any lack of size is more than made up for in beauty; colorful, perfect (as in not a hook scarred lip in the bunch) wild, fiesty, gobble flies with gusto, good eats (Yes, go ahead, the catch and release police aren't looking...Hell, probably never even heard of No-Tellum Lake and besides nothin' up there but silly little brookies anyways)...I rest my case.
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