My favorite time of the year. Reached in the jar of a hundred places to go and pulled out the name of a river on the west slope. It didnít disappoint. Fat, chunky browns are on the move. They took a size 16 gunslinger pretty readily.
Rainbows were looking up. Size 16 parachute Adams with an emerger dropper, gave me plenty of surface action in the foam line.
I didnít realize it at the time, but reflecting back on the dayís fish, which included a cuttbow and a slew of whitefish gave me a grand slam of sorts.
Fly fishing was good enough that I didnít even use the spinning rod that I brought with me this trip. And itís just beginning. The next couple of months should provide a lot of fond memories.