After cooling my jets in Austin for a whopping six days, Little Chick and I hopped a silver bird back to Montana yesterday to spend a week with my mother. So far, there’s no rest for the weary on this trip. We landed in Bozeman, drove stright to the Safeway in Helena, unloaded the groceries at [...]
We spent four days on The Missouri and almost every rising fish we found was tight to the bank – and I do mean tight to the bank. We’re not talking out in the parking lot or loitering on the steps of a local community bank. These fish weren’t handling petty cash in the lobby [...]
After two and a half weeks in Montana I am back in Austin and it’s safe to say I am having withdrawal. I fished 15 out of 16 days and am suffering from social whirling disease, off-balance and completely unable to participate in conversations that involve topics other than trout. When I close my eyes [...]