Happy Easter everyone. I hope today you are enjoying spending time with your loved ones. If you are like me and don’t have any family or whatnot in your area, I hope you are fishing.
After a protracted absence (look for the full story later this week) I am finally back up and running here in Bozeman. It feels damn good being able to work again. It feels even better to be able to trout fish again.
Following going to church this morning, I was struck by the thought that even though it’s a beautiful Sunday, I imagine the rivers won’t be too crowded, since most people will be tied up with Easter festivities. Declining a most generous offer from a friend and her family to spend Easter with them, I ran home to grab my gear and hit the water.
The East Gallatin isn’t much of a secret anymore. Being just outside town such as it is, and with easy access, it sees a lot of pressure. But, its five minutes from the apartment. It balances out.
Water was stained and chilly, but I was the only fisherman in sight today. The prize was this feisty brown who gobbled a san juan almost the moment it hit the water. My 2-weight rod was bent double when he took off downstream, peeling line. You could always make the argument that 2-weights are pretty damn impractical, but boy are they fun on little water like this.
Easter creekin’ just might have to become an annual tradition…
