With just under a couple of weeks left in the Park’s fishing season, yesterday Jake and I were able to break away from our respective families and work duties to hit the Park with the intent of fishing three different waters.
Two were ‘drive-by’ fisheries that attract a lot of attention and to be honest at times a bit of scorn from the neighbors given the ease which even a marginally fit fisherman might amble from their motorized chariot to the water’s edge. Sometimes you just have to do it anyway.
One of those ‘drive-by’ rivers is of course the Firehole, our second river of the day. There were a smattering of Baetis, Caddis (believe it or not) and midges; our fish were taken on swinging soft hackles and nymphs as the surface activity was inconsistent and spotty. Photographic light was a bit funky and the approaching thunderstorms tossed a breeze here and there.
The late afternoon / early evening power snack between the Firehole and Madison.
We closed the day out on the Madison throwing streamers and drifting a soft hackle here and there. No pics in the rain and darkness, but a few nifty fish until darkness fell and a tired (and somewhat cranky) ranger reminded us that it was time to call it a day.
The first river of the day? We’ve been sworn on pain of death to silence, though it’s fair to say that thousands of fishers drive right by it on the way in to West Yellowstone every year. Not big, never crowded, almost always fishy.
Bring the bear spray, we were nudged off yesterday by Ursus arctos horribilis.
Tags: River - YNP - Firehole
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