The stars has crossed in Nevada. The Reno Air Race, left me speechless. You shouldn't have 75 year old men playing with gravity and expect not to have tragedy. I wanted was to get going with my hunting companions fab English doubles guns and drive to the Prairies via Sun Valley and our place in Montana for some streamer fishing.
The early storm swept in quickly as I approached my favorite camp spot near Silver Creek, Id. My young pup was so excited to hit the ground when we arrived at our night site. My vetran, Fe was relieved and immediate went into her hunting mode. A quick whistle blast, as cup of mash and the canines were put away content. They were loving the snow anticipating the upcoming journey.By mid morning I crossed tho Montana. Henry's Lake looked inviting but I was on a mission.
I was on the Madison by two and had two massive hits that took me down stream and pings 4x like it was rubber. Switched to 3 x with a spruce fly and managed to land a hook jawed pre spawn male brown. I was looking for egg hungry rainbows and so I switched to an egghead without success until I went back to 4x. The Billy goat hovered over the river looking down at me as we managed to hook and land several more Madison River trout. I had enough time for a dram and some meat and potatoes.
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