And when I say ‘bank’ I mean inches off the bank. Subtle rises in super skinny glassy water. Dry flies and big skies. Pictures may be worth a thousand words, but this day on the river was absolutely priceless.
Summertime has taken me hostage and I will admit that I am showing signs of loyalty to my captor. I am so so so sorry for the continued silence. Mea culpa. But Summertime is keeping me out here in Montana and makes it awfully difficult to find access to the Internet or decent cell service. [...]
I’ll just take the rainbow.
Sorry for the radio silence here on FFC. I was home in Austin for one little ole week, and I was in 100% mommy-mode. Little Chick is officialy at sleepaway camp for the first time ever…..ah!! (No tears, no tears.) So now I am back in Montana where the rivers are high and my internet [...]
I returned home last night from an fantastic week in Montana, floating both The Smith and The Missouri. Despite a mid-June snowstorm and incredibly fast moving rivers, our group caught fish and laughed so hard we hurt ourselves. I’m still wrestling with reality so I will have to panel back later with a more detailed [...]
My parents have a long standing love affair with The Smith River in Montana. They have floated it every year for the last decade, maybe longer. I used to give them unmitigated grief that I was never invited to join them. I would hear the stories. See the pictures. Watch the videos. But I was [...]
Last night I was so cavalier, dare I say even a bit cocky. I falsely thought I was prepared to leave town tomorrow for seven days. Today is a much different story. I am crazed trying to get some last minute packing done, so I barely have a moment to spare, much less the brainpower [...]
In my last post I blatantly stole a topic from FlyTalk because the comment thread was wildly entertaining and I just couldn’t resist moving the party over here to keep it going awhile longer. You all did not disappoint! Your comments have been thoughtful and dishy. So it’s time for me to climb down off [...]
One thing I hope you’ve noticed about this blog is that I like to keep the overall tone positive. I try hard not to throw anyone under the bus except myself — which is hard because there are some real idiots out there who are practically begging me to mock them. But I’m not taking [...]
Okay, so we only saw two out of three on the river over Memorial Day. It was a straight-up, knock-it-back, hill country honkytonk holiday weekend. The trout were likely hunkered down low, shuddering in fear and mocking us all as we devolved into my favorite variety of the human species, The Hillbillius Redneckus. Joke is [...]