Posted in August 2012

the Upper Madison river

has humbled me for the past few days. The early mornings can produce the best fishing when the fish are tight against the bank. Every morning I get out before breakfast and work the banks with assorted nymphs, like 3 dollar dips, diving caddis, and big stones. Usually the fish spook before my line hits the water, but today I hooked (and lost) a big brown trout. So, I’ll keep getting up early, but am done with the nymph game. It’s time for big streamers in the deep runs.

The good thing about the Upper Madison is a free campground. Lots of people come and go but a few have been there for days. Phil and Chris have become my new river friends. They are from the UK and have travel in an old Toyota camper for years. Having been to every state they have great stories (when I can understand their accent).

Here’s Phil with an average brown

 

and me with an average bow that had an ugly mouth

 

 

 

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Maine

The past week has been spent in Maine with family without a fly rod. My fishing addiction has been slightly suppressed with the help of great seafood, boats and local beer. Fortunately I’m flying back to Bozeman in a few days and should have enough cash for two more months of western fly fishing.

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Sam Adams

When in Boston go to the Sam Adams Brewery for free beer.

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Wyoming and Montana

Just  a few fish photos from the past week of hanging around Wyoming and Montana, enjoy….

 

 

 

 

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Bears

The day started a lot like the day before. Cold shower, instant oatmeal, Folgers coffee, Pandora, Facebook, and a trip to the lake in search of carp. Thinking that the carp would be in the same spot I took the same path down to the lake. Within ten minutes I found the carp, in their likely spot, just a few hundred yards away from the road. After five minutes of wading around up to my knees something caught my eye on the path. Company isn’t such a bad thing while being alone but company while fishing isn’t always welcomed.

This company wasn’t people, it was a a sow black bear and two cubs. They came down the path and started heading along the shoreline. They were in no hurry but were heading my way. At this time three cars had stopped high on the road. They watched the bears, I watched the bears, and the bears watched me. The problem became clear, I was trapped in a lake up to my knees while three bears walked towards me. They say to yell and make yourself big in order to scare off black bear. I didn’t want to piss off momma, so I kinda just talked to them in a soft voice. Saying, “hey, these are my fish” and “please, I don’t have any health insurance”. As they progressed forward I started to maneuver a way behind them to the road for an escape, slowly and without turning my back. When they were at their nearest they were no more then a hundred feet. The weirdest thing was that I had no fear, maybe it was the adrenaline masking my emotions, or the fact that I really didn’t think anything would happen. We were just animals out enjoying the lake. Finally momma had enough and made a quick jump forward with a bark before heading up the hillside. At that moment I realized the situation and felt lucky or stupid.

I wanted to catch a carp. The bears were out of sight so I started making a few casts. Then a sound came from the bushes a few hundred feet away. Out popped a sow black bear and her single cub. This sow looked smaller and  I realized this about the same time someone from the road yelled, “get the hell outa there, dude!”. I snapped one quick photo and made my slow escape. It turned out that there were now 5 black bear within a few hundred feet of me.

When I got to the road the crowd had grown to 6 cars. They all had this blank look on their faces while I had some big grim smeared all over mine. A Vietnam Vet asked if I needed any toilet paper, I said no, that I really wasn’t that afraid. He relied that he was afraid and showed me the gun he had out just incase things got wild. He said I did the correct thing by keeping it cool and not making any abrupt decisions. If nothing else it was a good test before I head into grizzly bear country and I reminder that things can kill me. Looks like I’ll be carrying the bear spray more often!

 

 

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I’m totally bored with trout. Seems odd because I’m on one of the best trout river in the world. The truth is everyone in town is here for the trout and it feels crowded. This morning I tried to trout fish but within ten minutes of being on the river a guy waded too near. So I turned to the carp and was rewarded with solitude and a great time.

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