Big Hole/Pintlar Range (click to enlarge)
Every fisherman I know has his own idea how best to attack the Salmon Fly Blitz...ahead, behind, in the midst of and so forth...In my experience each has its merits and all work wonders provided of course your game plan happens to mesh that of the fickle (elusive?) bugs. Right time, right spot bingo, fish on! No surprise there, eh? Hard to argue chasing the big bugs and the big trout often gobble with gusto bears looking into. But hard to argue also crowd control can be and too often is overwhelming...and perish the thought you should guess wrong and find the fishing sucks...or close enough the scant few fish in the net hardly makes a dent in the hassle factor.Truth is solitude becomes non-existebnt at the mere hint (rumor) the big bugs are about to hit town. As word spreads Fish Trap to Notch Bottom take on more a circus atmosphere than anything like your basic fishin trip, another kick-back lovin every minute boat ride. Fish? Hell, who needs a slimy ol' trout ya know this is after all the "last best river in last best place." Anyway...
Yesterday George, Arch (above) and me decided to blow off the circus and instead see if we might find a little peace and quiet on the upper river, maybe even catch a couple in the bargain...Turns our not much in the way of big bugs or maddening crowds (we saw one other boat all day and that for about five minutes it took to pass by). George and Arch got to fish several hours nearly non-stop rising fish (caddis, pmd's). Missed some, hooked some, more to the point, shared whatever spot I happened to drop anchor to their ownselves, watched a couple bald eagles at work, enjoyed an up close and personal with one biggest beavers on the planet, and last but not least floated one the best, prettiest spots on the last best in the last best left...Consensus? Can't beat it...
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