This is one of the first years where I have spent the entirety of the fall in Montana. Prior to this year I would visit Bozeman for a couple of days here and there, but after moving to Bozeman to attend Montana State University I have been enjoying the crisp morning air, the changing of…
Like a lot of people, I associate fishing with my dad. Not because it’s all he ever did (he was more of a putterer, always tinkering with something or chopping down trees). Not because he loved it more than just about anything (he liked to fish, but it wasn’t something he did whenever he got…
Fishing is one of those things that really gets into your mind and warps the way you think. It causes you to get excited about odd things like bugs and exactly how much water is moving through your favorite creek at a pretty specific time. You start planning family vacations around things like bugs and,…
Staying in The Zone “Strip, strip, strip” suddenly a buttery slab the size of your forearm comes out of nowhere and slams your streamer! Me, not paying attention, see it too late to get a hook set, and that pig goes back into that logjam, never to be seen again. This same scenario has played…
The odometer read 40 mph as I crawled up highway 200 during a snow flurry. I was on my way up the Blackfoot to fish one of my favorite spots on the river. We were supposedly in the middle of fall, but Montana had other ideas. As I turned off onto Johnsrud Park Road, I…
Don’t Be Those People Picture this: You’re at your secret fishing spot. This small creek is one of the best kept secrets of the Ozarks. You can almost guarantee that when you’re out there you won’t see anyone else the entire day. Just you, God, and hopefully some wild trout. The tree in the middle…
