This small stream in southwestern Montana is the West Fork of the Madison River. The Madison ( a blue ribbon trout stream) is
one of the triad of rivers which form the Missouri at the famous junction in Three Forks, Montana. Some decades ago I got an invitation to join my white tail deerbow hunting brother as he went on a scouting expedition for elk in Montana’s Gravely Range. Being employed as a teacher, fall elk
hunting was not an option but a July
trip offered me the opportunity to try some flyfishing in Big Sky Country. I've had some success over the years fishing the Gallatan, Madison, Missouri, Big Hole, Jefferson, Rock Creek, Lamar, Bitterroot
and Boulder Rivers. They were all large or medium sized waters but by my small spring creek limestone southeast Minnesota standards they were too big to ever feel totally comfortable. It was the smaller headwaters and tributary streams that I liked best. And the West Fork of the Madison was the
first….
It was in this very spot with our tent pitched along side the tree behind me that I fished in Montana for the first time. My brother
and I caught rainbow, brown and cutthroat trout. They were hooked and so was I. It was in the late 70s and for the next 20 some years (later with my sons) that traveling to Montana was an annual summer rite. I suspect the fishing isn't quite as good as it was in those day. Much of thst is due to the depredation of the deadly "whirling desease" that infected these water. The brown trout were less impacted that the rainbows and cuts. Still the browns grow big and fat and the rainbows are slowly rebouding... Here our friends Gary and Rosie appear to be checking out a bend where I had regalled them with stories of giant rainbows leaping out of the water on the end of my line. Those were the days my friends...
one of the triad of rivers which form the Missouri at the famous junction in Three Forks, Montana. Some decades ago I got an invitation to join my white tail deerbow hunting brother as he went on a scouting expedition for elk in Montana’s Gravely Range. Being employed as a teacher, fall elk
hunting was not an option but a July
trip offered me the opportunity to try some flyfishing in Big Sky Country. I've had some success over the years fishing the Gallatan, Madison, Missouri, Big Hole, Jefferson, Rock Creek, Lamar, Bitterroot
and Boulder Rivers. They were all large or medium sized waters but by my small spring creek limestone southeast Minnesota standards they were too big to ever feel totally comfortable. It was the smaller headwaters and tributary streams that I liked best. And the West Fork of the Madison was the
first….
It was in this very spot with our tent pitched along side the tree behind me that I fished in Montana for the first time. My brother
and I caught rainbow, brown and cutthroat trout. They were hooked and so was I. It was in the late 70s and for the next 20 some years (later with my sons) that traveling to Montana was an annual summer rite. I suspect the fishing isn't quite as good as it was in those day. Much of thst is due to the depredation of the deadly "whirling desease" that infected these water. The brown trout were less impacted that the rainbows and cuts. Still the browns grow big and fat and the rainbows are slowly rebouding... Here our friends Gary and Rosie appear to be checking out a bend where I had regalled them with stories of giant rainbows leaping out of the water on the end of my line. Those were the days my friends...
nice to make a return to the spot of great memories. :)
ReplyDeleteI grew up fishing with my Dad and I loved it. My husband doesn't fish, so it's been decades since I've done it. I miss fishing and I miss my Dad, even more.
ReplyDeleteWonderful that you could return to this great spot.
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe the fishing isn't quite so good anymore, but the scenery is still spectacular!
ReplyDeleteIt is good to recall the good old days and even better to revisit them and all the good memories..I can just imagine your grin from ear to ear at the thought of that Trout Stream:)
ReplyDeleteIt sound as if you have some wonderful memories of this stream. I'm glad to hear that some of the trout are recovering.
ReplyDeleteThose days sound pretty darned good to me. Happy fishing to you!
ReplyDeleteMy brothers in New Hampshire are all trout fishermen. There is a mystique about trout fishing it seems. Going out after crappie or bass is just not the same-
ReplyDeleteBet the "fish tales" abounded there! :c)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful annual event to experience. Not being a fisherman, I don't quite get the appeal, but I'll take your word for it! :-)
ReplyDeleteFun to revisit your old haunts. I haven't fished in years!
ReplyDeleteThank you for showing us this glorious part of our country, TB. Loved hearing about your memories and glad you could return to enjoy the natural beauty and peace--and the fishing.
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely country. I hope to live long enough to travel out West someday.
ReplyDeleteSuch a pretty wooded area. I would have to go way up North in Saskatchewan to see such beauty like that!!
ReplyDeletexo Catherine
I'd better not show these pics to SAM. He's liable to whisk me off to the mountains. It's tough on a geologist living in Florida:) I'm curious. What's "whirling disease?"
ReplyDeleteNothing is better than visiting those great fishing spots.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Ray. I like the way you weave memories of family and friends into the photos.
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