Too much water and too little time for posting. That has been the story lately. We are blessed in Montana with so many wonderful creeks and streams that are loaded with the most beautifully colored fish anywhere. In most of these mountain streams you won't find many folks fishing, and the trout rarely sport any sort of hook scars (unlike the big rivers). Solitude, beauty, and fish ready and willing to rise to the dry fly are the reasons some of us every year can't wait for creek season.
|Bull Trout on a Dry Fly, Life is Good!|
|Golden Trout? Nope, Just a Westslope Cutthroat|
A buddy and I got to go fishing on one of our favorite creeks last week and each of us landed about a dozen bull trout each, along with scores of cutties. It's great to know that the bullies are doing well somewhere. If you happen to catch a few, treat them gently, each one is a treasure!
|Another Bull, Handle with Care|
|One More Beautiful Cutty|
|Rocks from the Basement of Time|
Hope that your summer is going well. Do you self a favor and become 9 years old again by visiting your favorite creek. Long live summer.