The majority of my excursions up and down the many braids and side channels of the Bitterroot have me coming back empty handed. Once in a while you find a few willing fish. Sometimes maybe even a big one.
If you are really lucky, they eat dry flies. Sometimes you really get it right.
|Skinny water hopper eater.|
Today however, the trout wanted the hopper, by happens stance I had one they wanted. And a few of those fish happened to be respectable.
|Bitterroot Brown - A Handful of Gold|
|Nothin' but Bow'|
Sometimes you get it right.