Maybe if I take five more steps, throw one more mend, skate one more fly, a hero will appear, armored in chrome, and dance to the music of my singing reel.
Calf deep now in the cold river, Trent’s completed his prelude of silky false casts and is ready to start the show in earnest.
Over the course of 6 trips, in and out, and nearly 40 miles, I question whether or not it’s worth it.
Folding neatly the greenhead splashed soundly onto the water. The old lady made quick work of the retrieve.
You don’t need big water for big teeth or big adventure.
Post holing up to my thighs I could tell by the perfect grains of snow surrounding each footprint I was gaining ground on a small group. Partway down the ridge they changed course and headed off route, down a steep gully. I followed in hot pursuit.
The gateway drug of the sporting life.
A bloated, dead cow bobbed by, accentuating that the river meant business. The river had begun its annual cleansing ritual.
“Water is emotional,” says Trout Unlimited staffer Hillary Walrath, so never forget that river work is people work.
Watch the video and wait for the “Pop”.
Ever wonder what it’s like to crawl into a lion den… face first? This week something a little different, an installment from Matt’s weekly WyoFile series, “Wyoming Know How.”
I’m a mediocre to slightly above average angler who’s typically more interested in the places I’m in and the people I share them with than the fish count.
No one accused the conquerors, converters and company men who carved up and labeled North America of being poets. But there are exceptions…
We didn’t talk about it much. I told her I was going elk hunting. She stared at me, madder because she already knew.