To start things off right, a day of prairie fly fishing begins with some morning carp action down on the lower Missouri, and by lower I mean lower. On this morning, several 10-15lb. carp were found tailing in one of my favorite side channels, and I was fortunate to convince one to eat my black bugger. I started actively pursuing carp several years ago and I gotta say, they are a blast to fish for. It's the combination of super technical sight fishing, the real possibility of hooking a fish over 20 lbs., and the sheer brute force and power these fish display once hooked that have me coming back for more again, and again. If you want to have an idea of what a carp pulls like, hook your 8 weight to the back of a diesel truck, it's about like that.
|The Bum's Bonefish|
What I love about fishing the lower Mo is that you never know what you might conjure up from the depths in a days fishing. Carp, bass, walleye, trout, catfish, the list goes on. I once saw a 10 year old kid hauling a 30 plus inch pike down Front street in Fort Benton. Below are two
|Goldeye a Montana Native|
|A Freshwater Drum I Believe|
The afternoon shifted to a little known and very spring creekish stream out in the middle of a hay field. A few friends keyed me into this creek and the amazing hopper action that occurs every August.
It did not disappoint. Several hours and many shredded hoppers later, I had landed several browns over 16 inches and a few pushing 20. Not bad from a creek no wider than a kitchen table, I'll take it.
|Great Hopper Habitat, I Think Yes!|
|One of Many|
|Not bad Central Montana, not bad at all.|
I'm back in the west now. Remember folks there's lots of fish to be had east of the mountains for those willing to look. Anyone up for a road trip?