The original plan was to head out to the Bighorn's on the evening of Tuesday, August 9th, fish for three days and head back on Saturday, August 13. The plan changed changed on July 27th when John Piacquadio saw me mention that I had a trip to Wyoming planned. "Are you going to visit me?", he asked.
It was still morning when we made it to the Wal-Mart in Sheridan, Wyoming where we would pick up some last minute provisions before hitting up the fly shop in town. Here I am in front of Fly Shop of the Bighorns in downtown Sheridan.
Matt's Llano Critter.
Casper Star Tribune. One of my favorite things about fly fishing is some of the totally awesome people I have met in my travels.
That night I would transform into my alter ego, Edaliah Winston. Edaliah loves fishing dry flies on his Three weight Winston GVX Select fly rod. He calls himself a ,"A Winston Man"
Fading-Angler.Blogspot.com. Chris is a great guy with a true passion for the sport.
And it was time to leave Fort Arrowhead and head for Montana.
"I'm a modern day warrior", that's what I would think as I listened to the music while I drove for miles and miles over the open road.
I drove by the Medicine Wheel.
I made it to Philipsburg shortly after 1:00pm. I was surprised to find out that the fly shop didn't carry fishing licenses and for that I would have to go to the hardware store in town. After leaving the fly shop I was walking up the main drag in town and bought a few more flies from a guy selling his own hand tied flies in a little stand on the sidewalk. We had a great conversation about the nuances of fly tying and I told him how I was a noted member of the Saint Paul Fly Tiers and Fisherman's Club. He was vividly impressed with me. Here is a photo of his card.
I drove around for a while looking for Gilles Bridge. While searching I happened upon a car wreck. I pulled the dude from the burning wreck right before it exploded. The media wanted to interview me about my heroics but I told them it was high time for me to go fishing. Somehow they understood. Here is a photo I took of the poor fella and his wrecked Jeep. He was lucky to be alive. Drive slow and be safe.
This wasn't Gilles Bridge but there was a parking lot here and nobody seemed to know where Gilles Bridge was. So I mounted up and started fishing.
That evening I traveled back to Philipsburg where I took in a performance of Shakespeare in the Park while I waited for John to get home from work. I would later find out that most of the actors in this play were from Minnesota. No wonder why they were awesome.
The Ranch at Rock Creek for the summer. Karen teaches Yoga and John is a fishing guide. They invited me to join them for lunch and gave me a quick tour of the property. This place is high class even by my standards. It is the only Forbes Five Star Ranch.
Here is Karen in front of the Rod and Gun club.
Here is John, Karen and Martin standing by Martin's vehicle the next morning.
It's an ancient Japanese art
And Eddie knew his part
From a casting to a drift
And gyrations from the hip
Just like the lake from my dreams. I originally tied on a Spruce Moth pattern. Every time I would cast the Spruce Moth out it would immediately be swarmed by schools of two inch long fish. That's when I reached in my fly wallet and selected a Louie Special. As soon as I had the Louie Special tied on I looked down and saw a large Cutthroat swimming by. I slapped the Louie Special down on the water above him and to my surprise he swam up and grabbed it.
A fight ensued.
Here the Cuttie is with the Louie Special hanging out of his mouth.
I would go on to catch four or five more cutthroat trout before it was time for us to head down the mountain.
That night Martin and I had dinner with John and Karen before I headed home for Minnesota. It was a great vacation. Thanks to all who made it possible.