Damn, it feels good to be home. Waking up this morning, it took me a moment to really realize that I was actually in Bozeman and not somewhere else. But one good, deep breath of that clean mountain air was all it took to remind me that this is no dream.
While I would love to be out on the water right now fishing, just about everything in the local area is blown out. Interestingly, yesterday on my drive, the rivers didn’t really seem to be in bad shape until I crossed the Clark Fork in Western Montana. And from then on in everything was high, muddy, and pretty damn fast.
Taking a look at things today, I couldn’t help notice that the Yellowstone is at record high levels:
Tomorrow I think I might borrow Shane’s camera and go have a look. Plus, that means a burger at Marks…
There is definitely still fishable water around, it just takes a little bit of doing to find. Saturday Shane and I and his girlfriend and a friend of hers are headed to the Upper Madison. It’s his girlfriend’s last day in Montana and what better way to end it than on the river? Two newbies on the Upper should be interesting though…
