People to whom fly-fishing has introduced me, or with whom fishing has strengthened our bond.
Whether or not visitors fish, we share time on the water. Really, what better way to experience a slice of Montana or to share a memory than to convene at the waterside, the same places our ancestors first settled? As visitor season winds down, we have a chance to reflect on the relationships.
Blogger friends who I'd never met, fellow writers, Wilderness Adventures Press' authors, guides helping research articles, fishy friends of friends, brothers-in-laws of college friends, traveling photographers, friends and family... Cheers to you all. I hope to see you again streamside.
|Jed from Sula Mountain Fly Fishing showing us how to fish skwalas.|
|Liz's brother Eric, privy to a once-in-a-lifetime |
brown-drake hatch his first time fly fishing.
|Ok, this was in Wyoming... but connecting with fish and|
friends along the upper Green was a treat.
|Brady getting into some root-snag rainbows a day after|
Yellowstone's Black Canyon.
|Russ fishing dries (and why wouldn't he?) |
while comparing industry notes.
|Lindsey making use of a dropper while out-fishing the "fishers".|
|Casting ants on the Missouri, "impressing" Liz's father.|
|Charlie, on a previous trip. Didn't get to fish with him this time, |
but it was good to catch up.