When I first came to Fillmore Country as a young teacher in the 60's I was surprised to learn it was without a lake or reservoir. Plan B was to learn fly fishing in the many nearby limestone spring creeks. That became a life long passion which I passed on to my two sons, even carrying it to the distant mountains of southwestern Montana and their rivers and blue ribbon trout steams.
Several weeks ago our son Tony visited us, coming from Arizona, and borrowing some of my gear waded once again the crystal clear waters of his youth. Naturally, I came along camera in hand and your invited too......
One of the attractions of trout are that they of usually found in the most beautiful of places:
Too much fun, my favorite activity to participate in.ReplyDelete
What beautiful scenery! Nice to see that you and your son shared this activity.ReplyDelete
Great fun! Good eats.ReplyDelete
This is a great post, it made me smile. :-) I love how your boys still enjoy getting out to fly fish. I would like to learn someday. My husband gave me a rod for Christmas. :-)ReplyDelete
I bet that dinner was wonderful. Did you enjoy a Leinenkugel with that fish?
You betcha! (by golly)Delete
Beautiful and serene setting, Trout...and that is a big fish! :)ReplyDelete
Serene is the part I love best...;)Delete
Nice brown, TB. Are there brookies or rainbows also?ReplyDelete
Fishing in Montana could be very short this year; the snowpack was minimal and now gone, the rivers are at August levels already. I anticipate they'll close several rivers before long because of water temps and levels.
Indeed. The browns are self sustaining. Rainbows occasionally stocked in larger streams and sadly native brookies getting harder and harder to find....Delete
That first photo is AMAZING! This reminds me of, A River Runs Through It, which I've watched numerous times. Nice catch, too!ReplyDelete
I can imagine the satisfaction obtained through fishing, especially with catches of trout.ReplyDelete
I guess I can see the appeal ... sort of.ReplyDelete
It's beautiful, and I'm sure you enjoyed that catch! :-)ReplyDelete
It's nice that you post the pictures in the clickable form Some are very dramatic when you see them in the larger format. Nice post.ReplyDelete
The discussion about enjoying a Leinenkugel sounds a little alarming. Is a Leinenkugel anything like a Schadenfreude?
Our streams are full of trout and fly fishermen and women. I often park at a turnoff and just sit to watch the artful casting. Just beautiful.ReplyDelete
Never learned but love to watch. Such a graceful way to fish. Glad you got a nice dinner out of it.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you kept a few for dinner as I would have. Fishing for me is about catching tasty food. My dad used to take me fishing but it was never fly fishing We fished off ocean piers and boats and in rushing creeks and placid lakes. A few years ago, I paid a fly-fishing gude to teach me how to fly fish in the Blue River near Breckeridge, Colorado. And yes, I think it's all about the peaceful beauty of the moment.ReplyDelete
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What fun for you to spend some time on the river with your son...and to catch supper too! :)ReplyDelete
What a beautiful spot! Special memories <3ReplyDelete
Thanks...I've never been on a fly-fishing jaunt ... very relaxing and I love broiled trout.ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing this photographic story. It is so heartwarming to see him catching fish and just having such a great time. I bet the fish tasted good too.ReplyDelete
Beautiful photos...I can see why people love trout-fishing. Also, I just scrolled down and saw the photos of your property, with all the lovely wildflowers. Good for you, going green!ReplyDelete