Tis the Time Fly Fishermen...

...all suddenly realize Ol  Man Winter is at last on the way out. Spring is just around the corner and...Note to Self: C'mon dummy, those half-starved fly boxes you put away start of hunting season are still half-starved. The leaky waders still leak; the worn out wading shoes, still worn out; the tippet spools still empty; the leader wallet...Well, I'm sure by now you got my drift. Better cracking or you will find yourself  fishing and a wishing you'd taken care a business instead of sitting around fretting all the silly stuff you've no control seems to consume your winters...

Missin' One Fine Montana Fishin' Dog...

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A few days ago Kate would have been 13 . And, like me, no doubt revved to go fishin'. I've run a pile of bird dogs in my day but not one loved to fish like Kate. While she was wild for chasing chickens, any chicken, anytime, we often wondered if she could talk would she rank bird hunting or fishing highest on her annual bucket list. Of course we'll never know but if I were to guess without hesitation she would answer "either one boss, bring...it..on. 

Montana: Time to Break Out the Fly Rod...

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With forecast highs near 50 later this week and a new license year beginning Friday, like magic my thoughts have turned from chasing desert chickens and other far less worthy distractions to, dare I say it? Breaking out the ol' fly pole. Actually for me kick starting the season end of February, beginning of March is a bit late. In years past it was a rare January I didn't fish at least a few times and while am sure there has been a February or two or three without wetting a fly line in the past 40 years or so I honestly can't remember when...Anyway starting today and for the next 6 months and change this rant WILL have little to do with stuff not fishy...promise.