It’s nothing short of amazing how life’s fortunes can change in a matter of just 24 hours.
A tad over twenty-four hours ago, after finally making it back to Montana, I was crawling back and forth from an air mattress to the bathroom in Jake’s one-bedroom apartment in Bozeman, spewing vile fluids from all possible orifi, praying for either a healing miracle or immediate death.
The week prior had issued rather ominous forebodings that I should have paid more attention to: a long planned trip to the Missouri with the Gig Harbor Fly Shop team was derailed (at least they made it), Montana’s typical spring was interrupted by a week of January-ish weather, complete with snow and temps in the low teens; even seemingly routine travel was made maddeningly difficult.
Now another twenty fours hours later life is looking a bit better, even though it snowed again last night the sun is out this morning. I can sit up without the room spinning madly and breakfast of diluted Gatorade seems mighty tasty.
Even being out of the fly fishing world for 30 hours or so it’s dumbfounding what one can miss – here are two things well worth a glance if you haven’t already done so….
Bill Pfeiffer writing for Montana Fly Fishing Magazine has penned a great piece on Montana’s Clark Fork of the Columbia River. The history of the Clark Fork is shockingly ugly; we’ve watched for years as the superfund cleanup slowly unfolded. That said, it’s impossible to drive I-90 out of Missoula and not plot one’s drift down the river sections you can see from the road.
Things are looking up for the Clark Fork and Pfeiffer’s spin on the subject is the best we’ve read in a long time. Don’t miss it.
Another great issue from SCOF popped during my death watch – their theme of Spring Break for Old Men is shear genius as is the article A People Unto Themselves covering Muskie in the South. The South has risen again.
