Like the seasons, like the moon, like clockwork, The West Virginia Six are returning to Montana. I have fished with the infamous WV Six for the past 4 years on the Bitterroot and Missouri Rivers. They are a groups of guys i look forward to seeing every summer, both for their contagious camaraderie, insatiable desire to be out on the water, and their love of fly fishing and Big Sky Country.
Having begun fishing in Wester MT over 25 years ago now they have a long-view perspective that few of us 'young guns' do. Its always a hoot to soak in some tales of the old days before Montana was known as the fly fishing destination it is today. I can only shake my head and wonder what these rivers must have been like before the armadas of dry fly fishers arrived in the Bitterroot.
Flyfishing has a way of breeding friendships that are year-round, even if the fishing part is only for a few days every season. This year we will get on the West Fork as usual looking to put a few solid Cutties in the net. Might make it down river and try our hand at a big Brownie or low-river Rainbow. Wherever we end up this season it will lead to another chapter of
lies fishing stories told around many different and far-flung kitchen tables.
To the Tarral
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