The first post of a new series. I feel like I should say something epic; wax poetic about the fly fishing industry and the odd places it takes us, but I feel like maybe in writing this post, I’m talking with a group of friends who already understand the strange ways of fly fishing. So, I’ll keep is simple. Thanks to friend Mike Sepelak for the name “Notes from Base Bozeman,” thanks to AFFTA and Yellow Dog and my freelance clients for helping make this move happen, and thanks to all of you who come back Sunday after Sunday and read whatever random drivel I post.
As of today, I’ve been back in Bozeman a week. Had a couple good days on the Madison, fished up Hyalite, and am eager to explore the other familiar rivers around here. Like all things, water changes, and it’s interesting to see what’s happened in the years I’ve been gone. Suffice to say, wild trout make me happy and fall days on the water are a pretty warm welcome home.
Keeping busy on the work end of things—jumping right in with an AFFTA board meeting and the 2015 Dealer Summit. Looking forward to getting the lay of the land and meeting the crew. Lots of work to be done, but it’s all good and new challenges are always a positive thing. Freelance work continues to do its thing, and I’m exceedingly curious to see what happens with that side of things in the coming months.
All in all, nice to be back. I’ve yet to have a serious shooting day—so please excuse the iPhone photos—but that will come. I’ve got a napping Border Collie on my feet, a cheap mountain bike probably as old as I am to commute with, and a grin in place every time I look at the mountains. I have a feeling Notes From Base Bozeman might be an interesting chapter.
