I’ve finally reached a point of independence in flyfishing and I believe it comes with experience in catching fish. in other words, you can practice, go to class and watch videos but you can’t improve unless you catch fish, which is hard to do in CA. Ray’s allergies kept him in today, away from the forecasted gusty winds so I ventured out by myself. Amazing isn’t it, that I would feel ok going off alone, but it is potentially our last morning here and mornings are heavenly, so I really don’t want to sit in the trailer. It is cloudy and cool. I land a small one by the bridge then head down the trail. I hook a good sized one then my line sinks and I work what seems like a fish but maybe is just caught. After 15 min with the line not moving, I pull and break the line, still unsure if it was s big fish or what. A few casts later, the same thing happens in the same spot…not a big fish after all! (landed 1, hooked 1)
We drive 30 min to Ennis, the nearest town. It reminds me of Truckee. We buy groceries at the only grocery store in town, not a huge selection of produce and meats, and makes me feel grateful for the options we have in the bay area. Their produce section is 1/4 of an aisle but the chips section is a full aisle, go figure. Ennis has wind gusts of 40-50mph; I can’t even open the car door.
It is hot this afternoon, gusty and the skies look smoky. I check and there is a fire near Helena, west of here. unfortunately it is too windy and smoky to fish. Here is a photo of Montana at its not so finest.
The sunset is unique.
