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Wrasse The Night Before . . .

A BIT OF CHRISTMAS STUFF
There's Some Catching To Do
empty streams beckon

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.. The neighbors love the Christmas season. There's a bit of snow and the fishing is grand. Holes in the ice are spewing forth fish like never in recent memory and the ice-clogged Madison River, (a rare occurrence,) sends them to the short stretch between the lakes.
.. Our sleepy little village is gearing up for the boisterous arrival of holiday merry maker's. The skiers and sledders and photographers and fishers and gawkers are arriving. They trickle in in droves.
.. The neighbor kids play "count the shivers" as lowlanders slide around looking for garments to augment their designer togs. 'Tis the season to be jolly."
.. We've adopted the Christmas Wrasse, (Halichoeres ornatissimus,) as the fish of the season. It reminds us of the Hawaiian surf and the fine fly fishing available on the reefs there.
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.. We stumbled across a list of the "20 most absurd Santas from 2008" and thought we'd share a couple with you.
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.. The catching has been good between the lakes. A small dip in the temperature has kept all but the neighbors from fishing in the glory holes of the Madison River between the lakes. Even the pros eschew the nuisance of frozen toes and the ice clogging of rod guides. They haven't learned that precision casting of a six-foot leader on the end of another six feet of fly line is about all that you need. Stealth, guile, and precision stalking will out!
.. Big nymphs, (6 - 10,) and small streamers are doing the job. Winter has finally decided to stay and the fishing is superb. WAHOO!
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211 Days & Counting

AS DR. SEUSS SAID:
"Don't cry because it's over. ---
Smile because it happened." **

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.. Yesterday was a 'bad hair day' for the girls on the west side of Yellowstone National Park.
..They dealt with it admirably and napped in the warmth of a beautifully gray afternoon.


.. Sunday November 1, 2009 marks the end of fishing in Yellowstone National Park. It's been a year of stories and memories not soon forgotten. From the record high Spring runoff to the return of fabled submarines from Hebgen Reservoir it's been a season of superlatives.
.. Although we sorely missed our Gibbon Canyon fishing, there were ample opportunities in the neighborhood that provided solace for it's absence.
.. And, next year promises a new look and new opportunities for dancing with rested fish. We'll be among the first to help bring them back to a wary state.
.. This week the gray days have persisted and the fish have loved it - fishers too. Squadrons of bugs hatching on the Firehole River have been greeted by only a very few fishers. The fish were there, in numbers, however!
.. Parking is not a problem and elbows have disappeared from many of the pools and runs. Fish on the Firehole River seem to know that molestation is about to end. They were seen cavorting in the air along the old freight road - in groups!
.. The gentle snow and moderate temperatures drew a crowd of stalwart fishers to the Madison River yesterday. It's possible that everyone that wanted a partner had at least a few dances. The weather is holding for today and tomorrow, and although not much fishing will be done on Sunday, it's a fitting end to a wonderful season.
.. There is still a lot of fishing to be done in the neighborhood - fear not. And with the closure of the park, the neighbors look forward to some of the best catching of the year. We'll bring you the blow-by-blow details; for sure.
.. Wrap-up report tomorrow. It's getting late, the coffee's cold and there's more fishing and catching to be done. It's time for our annual ritual: exercise of the Halloween Leech.
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Just A Reminder

These Flies Entice Runners
they work wonders
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.. As we sail into closing weekend we have chosen to forego the traditional goofy Halloween pictures and remind you that the Madison River is just chucky-jam-full of fresh fish from Hebgen Reservoir.
.. The combination of impending winter, (less food,) and the urgency of procreation, (more energy used,) join forces to make the following flies worthwhile.
.. Below is a recap of the flies that the neighbors have in their boxes. Many of these flies are so mundane and pedestrian that the "pros" don't even talk about them. They would not seem to be experts if they didn't have something "new and different." Many of these old flies are still around because the just plain work.
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(Most images are huge - just click on them.)

.. Thunder Creek. When was the last time you heard someone recommend that old fossil? Who do you know that fishes it? They are either very good liars or just plain secretive. The trout in the Madison River haven't seen many of these. They usually eat the ones that they see. Fish it on the swing. Let it straighten out. Wait a little while then strip it in real fast. Old ways. This specimen, (rust, dead head cement and all took a nice fish at 7-mile bridge last October.)
.. Original Olive Matuka. These are tied commercially but their sales are way off. Although infrequently used these days, there is probably one in your fly box. There may be several. They most probably are unused and forgotten. Drag one out and give it an honest try. The early morning is a good time for the darker ones. Dead drifted or stripped downstream in the undercuts may just surprise you.
.. Chenille Matuka. Bright and boisterous, this variant is also tied commercially. It looks too gaudy for most "serious" fishers. It is a visual disaster in just about any fly box. It's not on the lips of the romantic poets of Yellowstone lore. Yet this variety is as good as or better than the original. The tail is splayed and provides nice action in the depths of dark pools. Sizes up to #4 and 4XL are not uncommonly found stuck in the noses of eager trout in the willows below the Highway 191 bridge.
.. Bead Head Rubber Legs. There are a bazillion rubber legs flies. They have secret names as well as commercial names.
.. They can be "Silli" - "Spooky" - "Madisoned" - "Fireholed" - and "Henry's Forked."
.. We use several of them this time of year and all are just grand. This one may be the grandest of all. It gets down quick and is good for 'snap-casting' right above the big roll that ended with a baby splash just over your left shoulder. The combination of long hackle, wiggly legs, copper wire. and a prickly body are often irresistible when slow-drifted across the bottom of a dark pool at sunset.
.. Guide's Secret Rubber Legs. Not a secret any more. Seven or eight years ago this pattern was hidden in dark places and fondled frequently in anticipation of Fall fishing. There are many variations of this fly: the chenille, the number of legs, the head and tail treatment, the size and hook. All seem to work just fine. There are now many commercial versions. Some of the local, (Cameron, Ennis, West Yellowstone,) versions are still proprietary. So be it.
.. Hackle & Legs. Here's another rubber legs pattern that has been embellished with long widely spaced palmered hackle. This one can be made to float with enough goo, or what ever is your favorite flotant. The many dimples create little lenses that allow the light to be seen. Strikes can be explosive - especially after a slight twitch.
.. The fly can also be drowned or fished on the swing in the film or down deep. It reminds us of an augmented Wooly Worm. It's good for a change of pace and is an excellent conversation piece.
.. Woolly Worm. The poor thing: fallen into disuse and disgrace. Often mentioned in the same sentence as the San Juan Worm. The Fall sizes and variations are not within the traditional range for this old sweetheart, (how many do you have?) Sizes in the 2 - 6 range are not uncommon. Long hooks are used by the neighbors. Red buck-tail is used for an afterburner. Very long, (for hook size,) hackle is the norm for this time of year. Traditional yellow and black are frequently the choice for the area around the Barns Holes and the Local Hole #1. More often, the last couple of years has seen hot orange or bright rust being chosen for the big water just above the estuary.
.. Pheasant & Blue. This streamer is a staple along the Washougal River in Washington and on the upper Clearwater River in Idaho. The pheasant rump feathers are popular in both steelhead and salmon fly patterns. Fishers on the South Fork of the Snake River in both Idaho and Wyoming have used this pattern for a couple of decades to take large migratory cutthroat trout. This pattern is now finding it's way into secret stashes of some of our neighbors. We've not used it but they swear by it - and at it.
.. Brindle & Hen. This popular fly from Northern California locations around Hoopa, Eureka, and Salyer has been modernized by the recent explosion of color in chenille. Similar in form and function to the classic Brindle Bug this fly is not just another pretty face. Tied with a heavy wire under-body it bounces through deep riffles with undulating sex appeal and is hard to resist by submarines parked in the dark spots during mid-day. This is a useful probing fly when tied with no underwire support and the action is leech or eel like. Just the groceries a fresh-run fish is looking for.
.. Bead Head Glitter Nymph. This monstrous cousin to the standard pheasant tail nymph is persistent in the repertory of the big-fish catchers in the neighborhood. It's easy to tie in sizes 4 - 8 and makes an excellent fly for the low clouds and bright overcast days of late September and October. It has nearly replaced the Casual Dress in our box and we don't regret it. Bleached goose biots are becoming rare these days. White will work just fine - or do some yourself.
.. Sinking Hopper. It's time for the sheep to call it quits on their hopper box. The feather merchants have run low on their stash and are touting the flies of fall. Grasshoppers in the high country continue to grow and molt through the first couple of weeks in October. A hard frost will "knock 'em down." A couple of warm days, (even after snow,) will kick some life into them. Drowned, this fly is a nearly irresistible morsel for the big resident trout and a rare treat for the lake run fish of the Madison River.
.. Many of our strangest neighbors use this as a dropper behind a big streamer such as a Woolly Bugger, Egg-sucking Leech, Chamois Leech, or a Brindle & Hen. Common practice is to soak the little dickens in water for a day or two and let the river do your shopping for you.
.. Dark Spruce Fly. This classic has persisted despite the hawking of "more modern" flies. There are many variants and they seem to be quietly proliferating. We prefer ours tied a bit on the sparse side and choose to use a barred furnace hackle tip of a mahogany color rather than the traditional golden badger hackle.
.. This pattern is old, (1918 - 1919,) and was originally called the Godfrey Special. It was a premier sea-run cutthroat pattern for over half a century. It is still seen along the Madison River, and steelhead streams most everywhere. This is just the tonic for jaded trout around Baker's Hole and the Barns Holes.
.. This year the Light Spruce Fly is doing it's share of catching as well. Many of the neighbors fish it as a matter of course. With a short leader and a herky-jerky strip in a deep dark pool it will allow you to see the fly and the take. It seems to work best at mid-depths - but will take fish throughout the water column.
.. The very adventurous casters in the neighborhood run this in tandem with the Dark Spruce Fly or a Little Brown Trout. If your casting action is powerful, smooth, and practiced this is a killer combination.
.. Furnace & Red. This fly has been a staple for our Fall and Winter fishing since sometime in the late 60's. A couple of dozen were a gift from a fly fisher in Pocatello, Idaho. He may have "invented" it.
.. The name was roughly translated as "BOB'S FLY" - Google shows nothing quite like it by that name. It's a dark fly that is sometimes stripped cross-current at night or in the twilight. It's caught a few big fish. A few of the ancient neighbors here and in I.F. use a similar fly - with different names. (The eyes are Herter's NOS. We have zillions of them and used to think they were important - works just as good without them.)
.. The Little Brown Trout. Dear to the hearts of Montanan's that love our cutthroats. There is a satisfying surge of glee, (it arises somewhere between the epitome and id,) when one of these little flies gets eaten. This old pattern is seen in most fly boxes and is only occasionally used. It is special only in the hearts and minds of ancient neighbors that remember what a glorious bit of water the Snake River was without the scourge of the invasive Brown's. Fish it like the little streamer that it is. Shallow riffles, deep undercut banks, and deep slicks are it's prime hunting ground. Even the Browns will eat it.
.. Stonefly Nymph. They live here. They get dislodged. They float around in the water column and get eaten all year long. Of course they are a Springtime religion, but the trout will eat one that's floating by any time of year. Often the older neighbors tell us to "hit 'em in the nose." That's good advice if you know where the noses are.
.. The mundane task of systematically covering a run in the Fall is a bit tedious. It is also rewarding when using any of the many stonefly imitations. Like a dog with a bone, the fish grab it, shake it, and hold onto it with a fierceness like unto a virgin prom queen in the back of an S.U.V.
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.. Baker's Hole Bugger. Straight from Blue Ribbon Flies & Whiskey Creek Fishing comes a fly designed specifically for the water around Baker's Hole. It's a fly that has been "making the rounds" for a few years and shows some staying power. Although supposedly designed "for Brown Trout" the fly is just fine for pricking hungry trout of any stripe.
.. A couple of the neighbors are aficionados of this fly and have already shortened it's name to "Baker's Bugger." They fish it all year long. The fly uses standard Brindle Bug chenille and a two toned tail similar to the Brindle and Hen. These long-tailed buggers have been getting more attention during the last decade. Probably a good reason for that.
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.. Here's a view of the Junction Pool. It will help you navigate through the elbows.



Join The Party

FISHING FRENZY
ON THE MADISON

Runners Galore
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.. As if you didn't know! This is a very good year for catching lake-run fish on the Madison River. The neighbors concede that even they will venture into the throngs of elbows for a jostling good time.
.. They have adopted some reverse protective coloration so that strays and infrequent visitors won't know it's the locals at work.
.. Most have borrowed their wife's cars. They poke around the little known wide spots in the road and then park the 3-year-old Subaru, (or Cadillac, or Buick, or Audi, or Grand Cherokee, etc.,) in a spot not too far from where they ply their trade.
.. The pull-outs and wide spots have become gathering places for itinerant fishers from around the world. Jovial fisher folks and dour spouses are gathered in abundance. It's a crackin' good time.
.. There is an interesting assortment of gear and flies in evidence. A few two-handers were observed yesterday, and even one 4-weight. The sky came and went with the winds and new words were invented for the melee that ensued.
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SECRETS REVEALED:
-> Best time: Dawn to Dusk.
-> Best places: Local Hole #1, Bugger Bend, Junction Pool, Little Sandy Bend.
-> Best flies: Soft Hackle, Rubber Legs, Yellow Anything.
-> Best lunch: None.
-> Best rig: Cast-a-bubble with a yellow woolly bugger trailing a big soft hackle.
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Roads To Solitude

SOME FISH TOO
Or, Maybe Not
(brief report)
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.. There are some less traveled roads in Yellowstone National Park that lead to fish. Good roads, (or trails that were roads,) that remain substantially abandoned by fishers. There are many and spurious reasons for this. Perhaps the number one reason is that most fishers are gregarious folks.
.. Despite the whining about crowds, they like to fish alone - together. Too, the aging fly fishing population seldom takes it's $30,000 SUV into the dust and dirt. And then, walking is hard on old legs.
.. The bigger roads in the park have many pull-outs. If you're lucky you can visit with celebrity fishers as they hold court in their folding canvass chairs. They will provide you with entertaining conversation, clever anecdotes and stories that you can take to the folks back home.
.. Little clusters of fishers dot these bigger roads. Waiting for the hatch - yup! Talking for hours - yup! Moaning about the current state of things and bemoaning the passing of time - yup!
.. This is entertaining and enjoyable - yup! As if fish didn't eat until the hatch - yup! The god Skues is diminished in these conversations - yup! The god Halford is revered - yup! Their names are never spoken; perhaps not known - sad!
.. There is good fishing in the long and riffled waters of the Madison River along Riverside Drive. The neighbors fish here. Nymphs, attractors, dry's, etc. Even in the bright October sun. Find the fish and you'll catch the fish.
.. The Brook Trout are in an aggressive mood on the Firehole River along the Lone Star Geyser Trail. There were no cars in the parking area yesterday.
.. We have precious little time to fish. When it's available we do it. We wave at the celebrity feather merchants.
.. We toot the horn at the neighbors. But with the days getting shorter and the park about to close we forgo the pleasantries of genteel conversation. We forgo the exploration of truth, (there's plenty of that in the fly fishing world.)
.. The weather looks to be making a slow crawl toward winter. That's a good thing. Last year it happened all at once. There's just time for a quick run to the park before work. We'll go.
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.. The Firehole River was a cranky tart over the weekend. A few persistent fishers waited for Baetis that showed in sparse numbers. They blamed the sun for poor fishing. The waiting might have had something to do with it too.
.. Double nymph rigs took fish in the sun and broken clouds. A Bead Head Prince, (size 12,) followed by a Speckled Soft Hackle, (size 16,) was the ticket for those that fished.
.. Several fish were taken in the big pool above Dipper Cliff on small Golden Stone Fly imitations. Some also fell to Gold Ribbed Hare's Ears, (size 16.)
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.. Catching on the Gibbon River has slowed down and there are only a few dedicated fishers willing to walk the distance to the good pools. There's plenty of parking and very little traffic with the road closure.
.. The fishing and catching centers on soft hackles and very small nymphs, (to size 20.) That's a bit small for our eyes. We rig a double loop connection in the gentility of the home place and manage to make it work on the water. When it's warm it's fine. We'll see what happen in the next 10 days.
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.. Nez Perce Creek is seeing a surprising number of younger fisher folk. These are young legs that can make it to the pools around the first old bridge. Again, soft hackles and assorted nymphs are the flies that are in play.
.. Midges and midge clusters are doing their part along the shadow lines and in the evening.
.. One trusted source reports that large, (size 8-10,) Royal Wulff and Yellow Humpy flies are working in the fast sections of the wide pools. We believe it.
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.. The Madison River continues to entertain. Persistence seems to be the watchword. One thing to remember is that there is a range of dark water and holding pools that are not near the turn-outs and traditional parking spots.
.. Not that we have any special piscene insight, - BUT - if 15 felt-soled pairs of boots charged through our resting place every hour for hours on end, we'd move to a quieter, (if less gentle, spot.)
.. Woolly Buggers, Woolly Worms, and Yellow San Juan Worms are all the rage right now. They work so why not? The Crackleback Worm is making inroads this year too.
.. Most anglers over the weekend groaned and whined about the bright sun and brilliant blue sky. It was different for sure, but, warmth is always welcome to these old bones. Fish will tell you how to catch them - just listen - even in the sun.
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Just Dandy

IF YOU LEFT AT 4:00 P.M.
you left too early(Enormous images - click on 'em. )
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.. The Madison River is, (not too surprisingly,) fishing better by the day. Even with beautifully blue sky and broken clouds the Baetis will not be denied. Mornings for runners and evenings for residents, (& runners.)
.. Even the Firehole River devotees are beginning an out-migration toward the Madison River. We just love the Fall.
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The Bottoms

DISTRIBUTARIES
WILLOWS, MUCK, BIG FISH
Patch Your Waders
take a boat
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.. Last night's snow is a blessing. The temperatures will be down. The frail elbows will disappear. The fish will become 'antsy.' It's time to hit the local holes.
.. If you promise to avoid the duck blinds, AND promise not to scare the ducks, AND can negotiate the shallow sand bars and weed beds; you won't eat #6's and will catch big fish.
.. The delta bottoms of Grayling Creek & Duck Creek have big fish and few fishers this time of year. They are an invitation to fish and catch and celebrate the Fall.
.. There is quicksand, and muck holes, and slippery cobbles, and line-eating snags at every turn and twist. For most fishers this kind of "adventure" does not comport well, in their minds, with the pleasant outing associated with 'fly fishing' .
.. This is neighborhood fishing at it's finest. Specialized techniques, current local knowledge, and familiarity with the creeks are not mandatory but are useful in enhancing the catch rate.
.. There are far fewer fish running up these creeks than there are in the Madison River. Happily they seem to come in 'waves' and they are 'podded-up' in their migration. If you find one, you find many!


.. There is a good hole in every distributary channel. There are several in most. We tend to practice a bit of anthropomorphizing with these critters when explaining their distribution and position in the creeks. We use phrases like: 'they're resting,' 'they're getting used to the water,' 'they're lost,' 'they're waiting for their buddies,' and so forth.


.. You already have the right gear; it's the combination that's a bit strange. A long rod, (9 - 10 foot,) over lined by at least two weights is the standard fare among the neighbors. Some use a level line, others cut the forward taper short on a weight-forward line.


.. Short fast-taper leaders in the 6 - 7 foot range are a good place to start, and stout is the watchword for these. Waders with good knee pads, or some carpet-layer knee pads are a boon when crawling around the cobbles and overhanging willows.


.. Short and very accurate casts are a necessity. Most of the holding pools are draped with willows and dead wood snags. Some of the best pools, on the other hand, are near lake level. They are deeeeeep, and slow as molasses.
.. They are not gin-clear this year - more like vodka. You will get one or two casts and drifts if you are lucky. These pools give a new meaning to the term "dead drift." The fast moving shadows are the fish that could have been caught.


.. It would be too capricious to call the fish indiscriminate when it comes to eating flies. However, they are an eclectic bunch of predators. They will take both large and small flies. Beauty is in the eye of the fish, we suppose. The last two days they ate Sillilegs, San Juan Worms, Gob O' Worms, Prince Nymphs, and Bead Head Glitter Nymphs. They shunned our perennial favorites: Feather Duster and Dark Spruce.


.. Sunken and dead-drifted size 18 Midge Clusters were hot for about two hours on Friday. Very small Drowned Caddis were consistent fish-foolers most of Saturday. It's a crap shoot - and it's fun.
.. It is possible to traverse the willow jungle from the road to the lake. It is also tough. There are trails and tracks that can be used, just be "gear-conscious" as you charge into the thickets. Be bear and moose conscious too!


.. Access by boat is easier, but just a little. There are shifting channels in the weed beds, many of the shallow sand bars in the deltas must be walked across - boat in tow. Some recent sand and mud deposits are quick and deep - waist high in an instant is not an uncommon, (and sinking,) feeling.
.. For the visitor none of this is worth it. For the neighbors it's a traditional venture. The fish are wild and unmolested. They can be 18" or more long: most are 14" - 16" and bright as a new chrome lug nut.


.. We enjoy the solitude. The views of the surrounding landscape and lake are stunning this time of year. They can't be done justice with a little point and shoot camera.
.. On a nice day with temperatures in the 20's and the sun shinning you can eat both lunches in the protected and bright hollows of the willow jungle. If it's blustery, and the low teens are the high, a small fire is a wonderful psychological placebo, even if it provides little warmth. Winds can bring a quick chop to the lake and it's best to dress for both fishing and boating.


.. We think the rewards are worth the effort on these creeks. If you're into crowds & drive by fishing, and runners on the run there's always Baker's Hole, the Barns Holes, and the rest of the Madison River and Firehole River in Yellowstone National Park.
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A Bit Of Weather

THE BUGS ARE HERE
The RUNNERS Are Here
the boats are here
the snow is here (kinda)
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.. Despite the ominous weather warnings fisher folk are crowding the Firehole River and the Madison River - and - many of the neighbors have taken to their boats to intercept the runners in the major estuaries of Hebgen Reservoir.
.. The Madison River and the Firehole River are jammed full of anticipatory fishers.
.. The total amount of fly gear entering the west entrance of Yellowstone National Park on any given day amounts to an estimated $4,769,123.00. This does not take into account the gasoline that powered each and every $40,000.00 SUV or $2,000.00 fish car.
.. Boat fishers on the reservoir are taking large fish on Kastmasters, Rapala Trout, and Rooster Tails. They are doing very well with aluminum boats and an "Old Pal" tackle box.
.. Fly fishers whine about the gear fishers. They forget that the Madison River Fishery in Yellowstone Park is artificially inflated by a man-made structure: Hebgen Dam.
.. PPL Montana is pleased to inflate the fishery and egos of the Madison River. They are busy repairing the dam right now.
.. Things on that front are progressing apace despite the lack of interest shown by fisher folk and the fly guys of the region. Despite the nation-wide realization of the harm that dams do: this is one dam adored by the fishers of the world.
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.. It would bring barf to their mouths to let the elite know that most of the gear fishers also troll with a streamer fly. They would curl up and whimper to know that many of the gear guys tie their own streamers. They would lose enormous amounts of vitriolic conversation to discover that catching fish does not require wading belly-deep in the holes where the fish were.
.. Can it be true that some of the neighbors can cast a fly rod accurately - and - place a worm precisely with a gear rig?
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.. The weather brings bugs and boats. It brings tales and tails. It brings a classic confrontation of Weltanschauungs. Do we torture fish for our own recreational pleasure and then release them to be tortured again - or - do we catch and kill them for food?
.. Seldom do the gear guys and the fly guys discuss this. They visit different pubs. They have different sorts of jobs. They each assume, (righteously so,) that their practice is proper and holy. Neither bothers to remember that they are partaking of an artificial situation.
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.. Well, the weather has changed. The boats and bugs are here. The runners are running. The Baetis are emerging. The fishers are fishing, and the construction continues on Hebgen Dam. May artificiality be forgotten and may the torture and killing begin.
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Across The Pond

MONTANA INROADS
Brits & Flies & Yellowstone
my, my, my
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.. A wandering fisher on the Madison River, (location not to be divulged,) was stammering and stuttering about the surprise fish taken on a size 10 Montana Nymph. "I was just trying to relax," he muttered to himself.
.. He was visiting Yellowstone National Park from Newport, (the one in jolly ol' . . .) He knew nothing of the Fall run of fish from Hebgan Lake.
.. He did know about the legendary fishing in the park. He brought a 5-piece, 7-weight, bamboo, travel rod and some advice from his friends back home - "Use Montana Stone Flies."
.. He showed us his giant fly box, (he only carried one.) Nicely arranged on one side was the most diverse assortment of Montana Nymphs we've ever seen. He had tucked them in his baggage with the rod and came to fish a bit on the Madison River. He took an enormous 21" trout. He also took several 12" - 14" trout.
.. The flies, (including the highly revered skwala, and a cute little rubber legs creation,) all came from Fishing and Flies in Cardiff, (the one in jolly ol' . . .) Nice they were too!
.. He asked that his name not be used. He would not let us take a picture of the flies because they were still a rather well kept secret ("back home.") We parted on congenial terms. He returned to the river and I did sneak a picture from the car. {we borrowed the illustrations from the home site - not too big of a secret.}
.. His technique was simple. Find a deep run. Stand at it's head. Cast across and down with a heavy sink tip line. At the end of the swing, (with rod tip under water,) make a few short quick strips, then cast to the other side of the pool and do it again.
.. In a most unbecoming manner he walked - two steps at a time - down the middle of the run. Worked well.
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Just A Pleasant Day

TOO NICE TO FISH
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.. Last Saturday was a gift. A surprise gift. A wonderful gift. We're more than ankle deep in snow right now and it looks to be persistent. But Saturday, now that was a day that stories are made from.
.. We started out to go fishing. Flipped a coin: north or east? East won. Flipped again: big or little water? Big won. Off we went.
.. Which one: the Madison River, the Firehole River, the Gibbon River ? 10 minutes to decide.
.. We stumbled out of the door and discovered a near dead calm! A balmy morning, with blue sky, white clouds, and the most gentle warm breeze did little to suggest that this was the first week in October. We accepted the gift.
.. There was a long line at the west gate: the neighbors had it figured out. This was a "park day."
.. We often forget what a wonderful place this is to live. We go fishing. We work. We buy groceries. we visit the pub. But we, on occasion, take this place for granted. Reminders crop up constantly to remedy the mental lapse.
.. But on a day like Saturday it was obvious. Go to the park. Wave at the neighbors. Wait for the gawker blocks. Use all the pull-outs. Drink it all in. On a day like Saturday it can take three hours to traverse the 14 miles to Madison Junction. We made it in two.
.. There was exotic wildlife of all sizes and kinds. We laughed and pointed. We joined the throngs stalking the elk.
.. We paused to watch the fisher folk - they were out in abundance. We noticed the little bugs that dotted our car. They were friends too. We knew where they were coming from. We suspected that the right pattern was already tied on and ready to go.
.. Eagles flew into our snapshots. Children and proud grandparents walked into our frame and chased the elk into the thickets. Bears spoiled our last thought of wetting a line. It was all good. What a place this is.
.. There was an empty pool or two. There were places we knew the fish on a first name basis. We drove on by.
.. We took snapshots at the same places we'd stopped 100 times before. We took some where we'd never taken any. New themes and variations on old ones.
.. We made it past Biscuit Basin and arrived at Old Faithful City in just under four hours. We watched Castle Geyser in a hot steam phase. We had our first lunch and took no pictures. The warm sun invited us to stroll a bit. We did: got some ice cream at the Inn.
.. The lone bull bison basking in the sun at Black Sand Basin posed for a thousand pictures from a hundred cameras. We left ours in the car and watched the fish in the shallows.
.. There are cold currents in this hot little creek. There are flies, (true flies,) that live here year round. The trout pay them no mind unless they drown.
.. It's a pleasant reminder of how relaxed a place this can be when you forget what car brought you. It's not as pleasant to watch the rush of visitors. Gotta get there. Too long here.
.. There's a hatch at 9-mile. Yeah, but it's full of sports and their guides. We're fortunate to know that you can't see it all in three lifetimes. We bask in the pleasures that we can see, and taste, and smell, and feel.
.. We got home just before the drizzle and the snow. We'd unwrapped our gift and left it's remains strewn across 32 miles of road in Yellowstone. Given the weather of the last 48 hours, it was a timely gift and one to remember.
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