*Sometime during the Montana fishing season we Marauders find ourselves a step behind the calendar on all things that do not involve being on the river. Like editing pics for this blog, just for random example. The title for this post is three days late for that reason but here we are, better late than never. .*
Its no secret that even on a rare summer day off from guiding we usually find a way to sneak in a short float anyway. Bitterroot, Big Hole, maybe a low Clark Fork day? Whoever said "the only way to cure a man of his folly was to make him persist in it" never met a flyfisherman: I have been happily engaged in this particular form of human folly for eighteen years now and still have seen no reason to change. It takes a truly Herculean amount of fishing to make me consider a non-fishing activity as a good expenditure of a glorious free afternoon. What am I going to do, weed the garden? Please. . .
What Golden Hatch?
As for the fishing: It is really good right now. Dry Or Die. Droppers should be left at home for another day, maybe next month when the hatches wane and the river shrinks to its mid-summer low. Flies of the day are large mayflies, #10 golden stones, and any #14 tannish caddis if you want to be one of those guys. Find a riser and flick a fly at him, he will probably eat it. Get out and enjoy while its good and most definitely take the old man out too.
Find The Lurking Rainbow. . ?