I made a nice breakfast for Fathers’ Day- pancakes, eggs and leftover sausage from Pinky’s in Livingston. Only problem was, I left the syrup at home. Outside, the rain was coming down steadily and forecasted to continue all day. We could stay in our nice warm and dry 100 sq ft trailer or we could venture out. The lure of scrabble was not enough to keep Ray sedentary so we headed off to Yellowstone to fish the Firehole River. Rain is actually not a problem once you put on waders, boots and a good rain jacket with hood. Wading requires being in the water anyway.
Despite the rain, it was pleasant fishing, and the park was quite empty. However by noon, the winds picked up and came in gusts, too nasty for me and I hid in the car. There’s no stopping hard core Ray and he kept at it all afternoon, catching 12 fish; I had a few grabs.
By early evening, the skies cleared and I took a walk to the geysers. We regularly fish in Yellowstone but usually avoid the main sites because of the crowds so this was an unexpected opportunity.
