I tend to pay attention when some of the guys and gals who have been around the neighborhood all their lives say things like –
I’ve been fishing this river since I was old enough to hold a fly rod and not since my grandpa Bob and my dad and I floated this in the 80′s have I had such fond memories of floating down the river and pitching grasshoppers. The best part is all the crowds now head down below town in search of the “big fish.”
Hoppers, YS, Caddis (evenings), big hairy attractor dries.
Choose your poison. Get on the water. Bring the raingear.
Tags: River - Yellowstone
