We went to the Madison River, threw dry flies, hoppers, beetles, minnows, and nymphs. Nothing! We took a hike up to Bradley and Taggert Lakes, another set of small alpine type lakes. Fish everywhere, slurping, jumping. Of course, the fly rod was in the car 2.5 miles away. Talked Marsha into hiking back there again the next day, armed with weapons of destruction. Windy again. No fish rising, nothing underwater that they would take. Next day we drive along Yellowstone Lake and I take out the spin rod and cast as far out as I could. Nothing. Move up into the Yellowstone River (described in the guide book as THE blue ribbon trout stream of the world). Nothing. Windy, wide, no hatches. Nothing. We went to Gibbon River.
Nothing on the Gibbon really, until we stopped for a nature break. There on a small curve as the river twisted through a meadow was a small thermal spring. As I took care of business, I looked over at the small pool created by the curve near the thermal spring - Trout rising! Back to the car, grabbed the pole and you the end to this - a six inch brook trout!
I AM a fisher-MAN!
Nothing on the Gibbon really, until we stopped for a nature break. There on a small curve as the river twisted through a meadow was a small thermal spring. As I took care of business, I looked over at the small pool created by the curve near the thermal spring - Trout rising! Back to the car, grabbed the pole and you the end to this - a six inch brook trout!
I AM a fisher-MAN!
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