I've been spending most of my evenings after work exploring the new backyard in NW Montana. Dozens of creeks/rivers you'll never read about in a magazine, and most of them overflowing with wild trout.
I caught my first trout on a creek in Northern Wisconsin about 20 years ago, and to this day, creekin' is still my favorite form of fly fishing.
No coordinating a shuttle, or wondering what rods to bring, just load up the dogs, string up the 2 weight and go explore for a few hours.
Every fish puts a big bend in the rod and a bigger smile on my face, and reminds a fella how important it is to keep that boyhood level stoke alive and well.
Here are some photos from one of my new favorite places, lots of 8-10" brookies and rainbows, with the occasional hawgzilla (by creek standards) thrown in to keep things interesting. Last week I fished a golden stone hatch every single night that kicked off at 8:32 sharp.
Size 14 hi viz micro chub with a yellow/gold body was the not so secret sauce.
I have yet to see another angler and probably never will. Good shit.
I caught my first trout on a creek in Northern Wisconsin about 20 years ago, and to this day, creekin' is still my favorite form of fly fishing.
No coordinating a shuttle, or wondering what rods to bring, just load up the dogs, string up the 2 weight and go explore for a few hours.
Every fish puts a big bend in the rod and a bigger smile on my face, and reminds a fella how important it is to keep that boyhood level stoke alive and well.
Here are some photos from one of my new favorite places, lots of 8-10" brookies and rainbows, with the occasional hawgzilla (by creek standards) thrown in to keep things interesting. Last week I fished a golden stone hatch every single night that kicked off at 8:32 sharp.
Size 14 hi viz micro chub with a yellow/gold body was the not so secret sauce.
I have yet to see another angler and probably never will. Good shit.