If you live in Montana long enough, every once in a blue moon the planets align and you have one of those days that make all of the late spring depression and cabin fever worth the pain. A few weeks ago my buddy Erik and I were blessed with one of those days. After a decent hike though an equally beautiful and aromatic meadow, we found ourselves amidst a scene of giant cutthroats and a gin clear stream.
On the way to the fish, each step would send a grasshopper in one direction, and the mixed smell of sage, grass, and mint in another. After awhile we joked that we could easily find a unicorn in this area if we were quiet enough.
The cutties were patient and peaceful, and on this day they were also ready to eat. There's really nothing like late summer in Montana.
1 comment:
So how much would it cost to find out where this stream is? Awesome fish!
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