There Will Be Dry Flies

When it comes right down to it, I say when it comes right down to it, dry fly fishing is what it's all about. Nothing else speaks to the root cause of how we all became flyfishermen in the first place than a trout nose poking up through the film to take a delicious dry fly. "Matching the hatch", duns verses emergers, upstream verses dowstream presentations, Reach Casts, the universal love of the Adams, all of this springs from a bunch of trout deciding to feed on the surface. Everything else is gravy and usually sometimes un-neccessary complication of this tried-and-true formula. Put simply, This Is Why We Are Here.

That is where we find ourselves right meow, the heart of the Montana dry fly season happening all around us in every drainage for a hundred Big Sky miles. When we stoke the woodstoves and tie flys to keep the cabin fever away this is what we are dreaming about.  If I had to choose one place in the world to be for June and July it would be western Montana.

Holy Hanna.  Somebody stop me.

Doesn't get any better than this, the best you can do is get out here and enjoy while the good times roll. Enjoy.