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I left Seattle in the evening on June 24th with a friend who had flown down from Alaska to join me on a Montana trip, and we drove late into the night to camp along the NF CDA and be ready to fish in the morning as a break in the long drive to Montana. We didn't get to sleep until around 2am, but we still got up fairly early (for me, that's 8am) and hit the water. We fished through a few good pools before any fish stirred, and the action gradually heated up throughout the morning. The campground host later laughed at our early start and verified that it's generally not worth being out there until the sun heats the water at that time of year.

No really big fish showed themselves, but there was fine action on small to mid-sized Westslope Cutthroat, and it was only getting better when we had to tear ourselves away from the water at 2pm to complete the long drive to Yellowstone.

This blog post is just a quick teaser for the long-form photo-journal I wrote about my favorite trip of last summer (2018), in which my wife and I backpacked into some high mountains for three days in pursuit of Golden Trout and had one of the prettiest places on Earth all to ourselves.

A few favorite images will serve as teasers for the full story:






Read it here.

Note: The bugs showing up below this post on the front page are only there because I uploaded them on the same day I posted the note about this story. They're from a different state and time of year.

I finally got around to uploading all the photos from a fishing & bug photography trip I took to Montana (and the surrounding area in Idaho and Wyoming) in August 2018. For the first ten days, I fished by myself from dawn to dusk, slept in my car, and got off the water only long enough to drive to the next fishing spot. It was a whirlwind tour of the famous waters of the West and many not-so-famous ones, sometimes stopping for just a few hours to wet a line in a river that takes a lifetime to master. I'll be back again to concentrate my efforts.

It might be a while (or never) before I have time to go through and narrate each day of the trip on the front page blog, so for now I'll just suggest browsing those posts and letting the pictures tell the story. Here are a few of my favorites:

The Firehole River, where cold mountain water meets hot geyers in what Ernest Schwiebert rightfully called "The Strangest Trout Stream on Earth."



My biggest cutthroat trout to date, an 18-incher from a stream that shall not be named:



A herd of bison crossing the Yellowstone River:



A Rock Creek cuttbow that put up one hell of a fight for its size:



Another gorgeous cuttbow from a stream I'm keeping secret, this one with mostly "bow" and less "cutt":



My personal best brook trout, fat and almost 16" long, from the same river:



And a stately caddisfly from the Henry's Fork:



Enjoy!