He Numbered Me

Under some of the toughest conditions we can have. My 10 year old son numbered me two to none...

Both of us had a rod and both of us wanted fish... You know the rest!

There Dyl, I told em...

Tough conditions means, Inacurate flow chart readings, Dancing flows, Rain, People overloadedness! Oh and Dad is a dip and forgot the tippet rolls... Cut up some new leaders to get er close.

Big Trout

Goes home to resume its life in the water after a battle with a land dwelling fisherman.

Now, go make some baby's would ya!

Sure I'll Watch The Kido

Watch her catcha buncha fish!

They were jumpin on the hook!

We Got to take my niece out for a little bluegill hit um... All she had to do was hit em when they hit her...

They came in all available sizes and ate what they usually do... bout anything...
Her new lucky hat, she got from uncle Josh proved to be just that... A lucky new fishing hat, Now decorated with a lucky orange worm..

Float Trippin Big Blue And Lotta Work

Conditions finally allow us to get on the big water. It is big, about three times bigger than I like to see it..
Tough fishing, real tough, Lotta work...
We can do "lotta work".... and Lotta work is what was done...

Grabbed a Photo before shoving off.
Ya know the water is big when its easier to launch in a near by creek. This is the north fork of the Gunni.

We did find some fish, This was the first one. It took a dead drifted streamer below a bobber in a big deep run.

Nothing of super size but satisfied we were...
Dyl Ripped a couple of bows on a yellow sally dry..
Some purdy browns made their way to the net..

This fish got all nervous about the camera and went bonkers come photo time.

This was the second of two caught right by the boat while parked for a snack break near the end of the day..

Lotta Work?... Yep!

I'm ready to go again!

Montana Trip July 2011

We had an epic time. Montana has things to offer an angler... Those offerings may or may not be suitable for the anglers liking... Let's just say it was a trip of "Firsts".

Had a great time with the family and did what could be done on the water.
A family reunion that never disappoints...
Things got fishy early on...
With Monster Trout!

A firework show that took the cake.

Dry fly action on a small creek.


Dylan's first Montana fish on a dry fly.

Surprisingly large fish in a small stream.

I was lucky enough to have a local friend show me the big stuff...

A trip on the Mo by myself, put me in float mode. But not before checking out the local shops and marveling at the boats...

Waiting on me...

I've never had my drag nob tightened down as tight as it was on that river... I have never fished 13 feet, from my indicator to my first fly... with two doses of 3/o split shot... and trout that just about require a fighting butt on the back end of the rod..

I fished the 10 ft nymph stick with the long leader set up and the rod performed!... Well!...
It was hunkered over for most of the day with a short dry spell where a smaller 16 inch fish had its face littered with junk... A crawdaddy in its lip and a nymph in its bung... Prompted a crayfish pattern to dink on the bottom. where a few more fish were hooked up with...

With the river flow running right at 21.... THOUSAND! cfs it was big and nasty, and landing fish was tough... A game of chase with the boat was needed most of the time, but the boat cant go every where a big ol trout can, so some fish were dragged off the line by the water...

In all I hooked and battled 9 fish and landed 5 of them... All trophy trout and forearm buster uppers!



Rigging up at Holter...

yea shes a wild one this time!..

And Big Big...


I'm not a Rod hog, so we both fished as much as possible.

Rods were not bent but hunkerd over...
A day on the lake with the kidos...

Finished the trip off with a two day family drive through Yellowstone National Park.

The park was just an epic family time where we viewed wildlife, broke some rules and got in other peoples way... (part of the experience).

Didn't get to fish the park and that was fine, driving along the Madison was epic water to fish...

but the Yellowstone was too pissed off... even for a photo.

Who Told The Press

That I would be out there without a life vest or a fishing rod?.....

Click This line to check out the e-edition of yesterdays front page of my local paper..