DAWN PATROL

fly fishing & life with terrible spelling and worse grammar
at the end of the day your fly patch can speak volumes. this is what mine looked like after a visit to the missouri river. not ashamed to say i got my ass handed to me for the first few hours as i waded around in a river that was bigger and more featureless then i expected. it’s painful knowing that the water flowing around your legs is choked with insect life and large trout. i farmed a few hook sets then put my best ninja style stalk on a riser a few inches off the bank. the fish ate on the first drift and when he came to hand he looked like a freestone brown from back home… all 8 inches of him… by noon i only had made contact with one other fish. a monster rainbow that i’d hooked in the dorsal fin with my dropper…. awesome
i regrouped at headhunters, a shop that lives up to the hype. good people there. it’s what every fly shop should want to be when it grows up. i got a few hints, a couple more flies and a beer from the cooler. i sat on the river bank by the bridge in Craig eating a sandwich and it only took one look at my patch to know i was over thinking shit, switching flies too much and generally just needed to settle the fuck down.
long story short. everything turned around after lunch. the fish ate until i could barely see on my walk back to the car. i capped the visit off with a few beers at the bar, had a girl call me a pussy for not doing shots and shared a few laughs with strangers. i called it a night and headed for Bozeman. i set the cruise control and scanned the sides of the road for wildlife with the sage advice i was given as i headed out the door still ringing in my ears, “you’re not really driven’ in montana if you’re not drinkin’ and driven.”

at the end of the day your fly patch can speak volumes. this is what mine looked like after a visit to the missouri river. not ashamed to say i got my ass handed to me for the first few hours as i waded around in a river that was bigger and more featureless then i expected. it’s painful knowing that the water flowing around your legs is choked with insect life and large trout. i farmed a few hook sets then put my best ninja style stalk on a riser a few inches off the bank. the fish ate on the first drift and when he came to hand he looked like a freestone brown from back home… all 8 inches of him… by noon i only had made contact with one other fish. a monster rainbow that i’d hooked in the dorsal fin with my dropper…. awesome

i regrouped at headhunters, a shop that lives up to the hype. good people there. it’s what every fly shop should want to be when it grows up. i got a few hints, a couple more flies and a beer from the cooler. i sat on the river bank by the bridge in Craig eating a sandwich and it only took one look at my patch to know i was over thinking shit, switching flies too much and generally just needed to settle the fuck down.

long story short. everything turned around after lunch. the fish ate until i could barely see on my walk back to the car. i capped the visit off with a few beers at the bar, had a girl call me a pussy for not doing shots and shared a few laughs with strangers. i called it a night and headed for Bozeman. i set the cruise control and scanned the sides of the road for wildlife with the sage advice i was given as i headed out the door still ringing in my ears, “you’re not really driven’ in montana if you’re not drinkin’ and driven.”

  1. loving-itswhatigot reblogged this from dawnpatrolflyfishing and added:
    I’m so excited for this summer!!!!!!!!!
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