It’s not alike apex and I’ve already burst my aboriginal rod of the day.
I’d been active a dry-dropper rig through some aphotic gray, atramentous water, abysmal riffles beneath an clouded sky. I absolutely covered the water: cast, float, casting a bit farther, float. Cottonwoods and willows lined the far shore. Way aback of them the craggy, albino peaks of the Pioneer Mountains rose aloft the irrigation-green Big Hole valley.
A few times the dry biconcave beneath the riffles and I absent the set. A few times the dry abolished abaft a riffle beachcomber and I set the angle adamantine adjoin nothing, authoritative a bird backup of leader, capote and flies. I consistently try to accord with my own tangles but Eddie at the oars rolls his eyes, motions to duke it over. He makes quick assignment of the backup and I’m aback at it. It’s because this baptize looks so atramentous that Eddie’s chock-full here. He’s fished this area of the river for thirty years and not alone knows there are angle here, he knows added boats don’t stop here. Despite my affliction efforts, afore continued I’ve angled two or three appropriate trout, twelve to fifteen inches.
Finally I angle into what feels like a nice fish. And aback he all-overs yep absolutely a nice one. Rod duke as aerial as I can reach, stripping line, rod angled and afresh – crack!
The top bisected of my rod’s at a appropriate angle the blow of the rod. It slides down, afterward the band into the baptize appropriate at the fish’s mouth. I’m abashed for a second. I don’t alike apperceive what the hell’s happening. Eddie: “Strip! Strip!” So I accumulate stripping and afore continued we baiter the top bisected of my rod alternating with a nice brown, eighteen or nineteen.
After Eddie puts him aback in the baptize he stands up to audit the rod. He takes the burst allotment in his hand. “It’s area that tungsten bean hit yesterday.” I’d absolutely abandoned but he’s right: a bad aback casting bygone and my heavy-beaded damsel airtight adjoin the rod. Not the rod’s accountability – it’s my casting bygone that’s to blame.
“Unlucky,” Eddie says. “One and done. Had a guy a few weeks aback who wouldn’t accord himself any time on the backcast. Kept slamming his rod with the dropper. I was like dude you’re gonna breach that rod. And it was a nice rod. Assuredly his rod breach and he looks over at me like it’s my fault!”
Gotta adulation a adviser who advisedly trash-talks his accomplished clients, alike if that agency for the abutting few weeks Eddie’ll be cogent agreeable belief about my whiffed angle sets, awkward casts and burst rods. (Yeah, “rods” plural. Aloof wait.)
Anyway, Eddie trash-talking me is a baby amount to pay for admission to his accession of stories. Like he acclimated to be the admired adviser of a media mogul and his super-model wife. The media mogul admired Eddie because he’d drive four hours annular cruise alike if the mogul alone capital to angle for bisected an hour. The super-model admired Eddie because Eddie consistently had cigarettes. The mogul didn’t let her smoke and the minute they got out of sight, she’d put her fly rod bottomward and bum a cigarette off Eddie.
Eddie’s in his backward forties or aboriginal fifties – adamantine to say exactly. In a hoodie, lath shorts and sandals, he looks added like an crumbling surfer with no forwarding abode than the annual angel of a fishing guide. He’s cut aback on his smoker but still smokes a few every day. He asked if it was OK the aboriginal day. Fine with me – the aroma of cigarette smoke reminds me of my old man. His accord with cigarettes concluded in an oxygen covering and an aboriginal death, but all the aforementioned that aroma fills me with cornball contentment.
Our aboriginal angle this morning was a whitefish. We got into a pod of them, big ones, one afterwards another. As he netted the fourth or fifth, Eddie offered a active aegis of the average whitefish. “First of all, it’s a built-in fish. If browns and rainbows weren’t so appealing the accompaniment would alarm them invasive and be contagion them. Additional they action –in their own way. They don’t jump but they fight. Especially aback you get them in the boat.”
While I don’t apperception a whitefish now and then, they’re not why I or anybody abroad makes the adventure to western Montana. It’s browns, rainbows and cutties and, appropriate now, it’s the apricot fly hatch. The affairs of hitting it are slim, but if you do it’s a adaptation of dry fly Nirvana. Or so they say: massive trout ablution themselves into the air with adventuresome abandon, slashing abroad like abundant whites at the thumb-size protein bombs afore they get ablaze of the apparent astriction and fly off like tiny Chinook helicopters. Bygone we saw four apricot flies all day. So far today we’ve apparent maybe twenty. We’re fishing dry-dropper but nothing’s adorable up. Everything’s on the dropper. So yes apricot flies are hatching, but the allegorical “Salmon Fly Hatch” hasn’t gotten going.
Eddie stows the burst rod alternating the gunnel and we about-face up to a bendable six-weight. Angle the aforementioned run for a while more, acreage a brace accept browns, and move on downriver. Advancing about a braided bend, affective from clouds to backward morning sunlight, we canyon a astronomic moose and a actual new dogie – a rabbit-eared amber lab on stilts. On the adverse alluvium shore, addition dogie looks out quizzically from amidst the driftwood. Is this a abandoned twin? It has to be – there’s no assurance of addition moose on that ancillary of the river. Adamantine to apperceive absolutely what’s up. But I do apperceive that affluence of bodies would rather run into a grizzly than get angled amid a cow moose and her calf. Eddie pulls us out into the capital accepted and we aerial appendage it downstream.
We’re fishing drop-offs and cut banks. Eddie pulls the baiter in at the afterwards end of the declivity and afresh rows aback into the eddy. I assignment my way up, absolution the dry and dropper float over the declivity and accepting the casual angle to take. Abaft us, an osprey dives into the river abaft us and takes a angle from a allotment of baptize area we got blanked.
The cut coffer fishing is aloof perfect, archetypal baptize and for the best allotment I accomplish a perfect, archetypal blend of it. I’m all out of synch. By the time I get the fly on the baptize I’m already six anxiety aloft area I’m declared to be. So alike admitting I’m fishing intently, I’m missing all the best water. Get circuitous in a timberline and afresh on the abutting timberline I’m so focused on not accepting snagged I casting too late. Finally, I get a acceptable alluvion beneath an over-hanging timberline and a angle goes for the dry, I set too soon, get circuitous and lose the fly in the tree. “But hey,” Eddie laughs, “it’s not every day you absolutely snatch defeat from the aperture of victory.” He pulls over so he can retie my rig. Aback he’s done we adjudge we ability as able-bodied eat.
After lunch, the wind starts to aces up, alarming abroad the aftermost of the morning clouds. A all-inclusive sky stretches amid the mountains to the west and aerial gray foothills to the east. It’s the affectionate of abject that ability accomplish a guy appetite to use a chat like “cerulean.” But aback I’m not the affectionate of guy to use that affectionate of a chat I’ll aloof say it was really, absolutely abuse blue. Which would be a abundant affair for about annihilation you’d appetite to do today except fishing. As the ablaze sky shuts bottomward the fishing, the wind ramps up.
We float alternating an under-cut bank. Wind’s at my aback so I get some acceptable casts and floats and assuredly a angle comes up from beneath the furry coffer grasses, hits the dry and I get the set right. A appropriate rainbow. A bit further alternating the aforementioned run, a white angle takes the dropper and gets off. But at atomic I begin my accent for a bit and it translated to angle on the line.
I’ve been aggravating for some time to amount out the bifold booty and I’ve appealing abundant got it ample out – as continued as I’m in my backyard. As the wind starts gusting, riffling the still baptize and authoritative white caps on the asperous water, I alpha aggravating to put the booty into practice. There’s moments aback it all comes together, moments aback it’s a distinct haul. But mostly it’s aloof me application my animal backbone – such as it is – to amount the rod and get band out. “Backcast!” Eddie barks. He says it so generally it’s like a bang boom assault out the accent of the day.
The wind howls all afternoon. Backward in the day, Eddie pulls us into a backchannel area a brook feeds into the river. There’s a nice alluvium bead off and we’re adverse appropriate up it. So a casting beeline in advanced of the baiter will acreage alongside to the drop. Float the fly over the bead and afresh band band as the fly floats aback to us. The boat’s not moving, the target’s accessible and we’re cloistral abaft some trees. The bifold booty clicks and for the best allotment my casts acreage area they’re declared to. We float the flies a few times and Eddie moves us up a bit.
I gradually awning the water, casting out a bit further anniversary time, absolution the fly float over the bead off and afresh bottomward a few feet. Aces up, casting again. Eddie says, “Cast way up there in that baggy water.” I lift, I haul, I shoot line. The casting acreage appropriate area it’s declared to, but as it shoots out the wind catches the band amid my duke and the reel and twists it about the reel and the abject of the rod. I’m bluffing about with acclimation this aback a aperture comes out of the baptize at the dry. It’s not alike that I absent the angle set – the moment had anesthetized afore I alike had a chance.
And so it goes. I go aback to amphibian the fly over the declivity and afore continued a appropriate angle takes the dry. “Strip! Strip!” Eddie doesn’t adulation my casting but he hates my stripping. I band and band and band and afresh – crack! – I breach my additional rod of the day.
Again I freeze, bifold dumbfounded. “Strip! Strip!” I band in the angle and the top bisected of my rod. I don’t alike see the angle as Eddie unhooks and releases it. Must not be annihilation to address home about or Eddie would accept said so, alike in the face of the day’s additional burst rod.
I attending it over. Over the advance of the day the ferrule had appear apart and assuredly the basal was almost in the top and the force of casting absurd the abject of the ferrule. A arena of adorn has burst and popped off best of the rod, like a cigar adhesive still bisected on. I put the rod aback together. Acceptable account is that it still works, bad account is that it’s activity to accept to go in for repairs. Is this my fault? I’m not sure. The rod aggregation will apparently acquaint me I should accept arrested the ferrules every already in a while. But does anybody absolutely do that? And I beggarly already you coffer the sections together, isn’t it reasonable to apprehend them to breach seated?
Questions for addition day – to be exact the day aback the rod aggregation calls me for my acclaim agenda number.
Meantime we’ve got added fishing to do. Or we would if it wasn’t for this wind.
As we accomplishment up our float, the sun has ashen and abundant amethyst slabs of ablaze bedrock acceleration from the river on our right. The copse bung and crackle in the gusts. A few times, cloistral by shore, I can accomplish a appropriate cast, float the fly and get a few eats. But mostly it’s bad fishing and abundant sightseeing. Two adolescent moose big as horses appear from the copse to cantankerous a backchannel on our left. A abject coffer fisherman sits on a log and stares blankly into an abysm of frustration. We appear about a bend, beneath the old adamant Browne’s bridge, and Eddie pulls the baiter up to the ramp.
There’s cipher abroad here, but as a amount of built-in river amenities Eddie hurries to aback the bivouac bottomward the ramp. He pulls the baiter off the access afore we unload. I put my one ceaseless rod, and my burst but anatomic rod in Eddie’s old 4Runner. I accumulate my baiter bag and the pieces of my burst rod, we accomplish quick affairs for the morning and I beachcomber goodbye as Eddie drives off. I’m blockage aloof beyond the road.
Through the log aperture and up the alluvium drive. On the larboard are two low buildings. One is older, 1920s log appearance with a baby balustrade in advanced of anniversary room. The abutting is a agnate architecture but a bit newer. I cruise dispatch up on the balustrade and the charcoal of my bristles weight ballyhoo assimilate the floorboards. I put my baiter bag on the bench, accumulate the rod sections – pieces – and accelerate them in their case.
Time for a drink.
The capital abode was congenital in the twenties with a huge bedrock broiler and amber coffer balustrade like you see on a lot of the dejected old lodges in Yellowstone and the Northwest. There’s a newer allotment that the owner, Mark Lane, congenital himself in the aboriginal nineties. But alike if it’s newer it’s still got a assertive chapped charm, big old bar with agronomical brands in the bar top. This bar additionally has the best affection any bar can have, which is that it’s, um, open.
I go abaft the bar, grab a beer and sit bottomward to bolt up on some emails. Afore long, my acquaintance Paul comes arrant in with his adviser and pal Eric. For affidavit that abide obscure, Paul calls me “Wally.” He strides beyond the allowance on the assurance of his feet, “Whassup Wally!”
They’ve had an ballsy day. These two tend to accept added ballsy canicule than the blow of us bald bodies because Paul is an accomplished angler and Eric is an abundantly apprenticed and acute guide. They floated a area of the river early, pulled out and floated addition section. Angled a ton of appropriate to big angle on dries. We babble about moose and angle and boats and wind and the beauteous access in apartment prices in Bozangeles and, afterwards a brace of beers, arch aback to our apartment to shower.
It’s the three of us at dinner, additional Mark and his pal Larry in from Idaho. Mark’s in his sixties, looks ten years younger, and fishes with the acuteness of addition bisected his age. Hell, a third. The abode makes lunches for a big clothier up the road. This morning they asked to aces up their lunches an hour beforehand than normal. So an hour afore that Mark was banging on everyone’s aperture cogent us we gotta get on the river beforehand to exhausted the crowds.
Like any fishing adviser in his sixties, Mark’s got absolutely a accession of stories. He aboriginal saw Montana summer of 1978 aback his dad gave him a fishing cruise for graduation. Stepped off the alike in West Yellowstone, took one attending about and appealing abundant hasn’t larboard since. He’s got adventure afterwards adventure about the agrarian canicule in West Yellowstone in the eighties. There’s the one about accustomed two anglers beyond the Firehole River and advancing aback accustomed the anglers and an adulterous addle skull. There’s a abrupt history of his 1972 Econoline van. Drove it all over the Rockies affairs a alluvion baiter and afterwards four hundred thousand afar it alone gave out aback he hit a moose activity seventy. There’s the one about allegorical out of a fasten affected in Alaska with a guy who was alone three canicule out of New York City. They survived the grizzly but the affected didn’t. And, like any fishing adviser aces of the name, Mark’s got a adventure about spending two canicule in a Mexican jail.
About center through dinner, Paul says, “Damn Mark you should address a book.”
Mark says, “I did!”
He hops up from the table and grabs a blubbery adhesive from beside the fireplace. He flips through and shows us pictures of the blighted Alaska camp, pictures of West Yellowstone in the eighties. Pictures of his much-mourned Econoline van. And, it should be said, he shows us an astronomic cardinal of pictures of him with adorable women. “I formed with an editor and he said I had to change all their names. I’m like why, there’s annihilation in actuality that’s not true? And he’s like Mark, they were hot girls in the aboriginal eighties but they’re grandmas now. And I’m like ok yeah I assumption you’ve got a point.”
Next morning, the apprehension are worse than yesterday. And while the sky’s ablaze and abject aloft the valley, atramentous clouds approach on the western horizon. Despite the sun, the fishing starts off strong, lots of angle demography the ample we’re alms and lots of apricot flies in the air. If we saw four apricot flies all day on the aboriginal day, and maybe a brace hundred all day yesterday, there’s rarely a point this morning area we don’t see added than four at any moment. As the morning passes, the wind picks up alike more. But we’re still able to casting appealing able-bodied if we get a barefaced or angle of cottonwoods abaft us. The sun disappears aloof afore cafeteria and with the clouds and wind and I put on my stocking cap. We about-face to streamers and what with the abundant fly and the erratic, bouncing apprehension I attach myself a few times on the back.
“Back cast,” Eddie says the additional or third time I attach myself. Thankfully I don’t hit Eddie. Got him beneath the eye day afore bygone with a nymph. It’s an anatomic hazard for sure, and he laughed it off but wouldn’t say he was blessed about it.
We appear about this angle and acquisition some apartment abaft the massive basis brawl of a collapsed cottonwood. Acceptable a abode as any for lunch. Eddie fires up a cigarette as he accoutrements the sandwiches out from the cooler. We booty our time bistro and Eddie tells about aback he acclimated to adviser waterfowl hunters in the winter. With the gray sky and the wind and the algid it’s not adamantine to brainstorm a army of mallards axis to a fleet of decoys in advanced of us.
After lunch, I run a dry dropper rig through that water. The clouds alpha breaking up, so one minute the water’s slate blah and afresh the sun comes out and plumbs its aphotic blooming depths. Not abundant happening. We move downriver alternating amid the dry dropper and the streamer. There’s a ton of apricot flies in the air but nothing’s demography on the surface. Alternating an attenuate coffer I assuredly get the archetypal banderole take, big angle rushes out afterwards the chicken banderole and I cull it appropriate out of its mouth. Argh.
The wind’s absolutely started to barrage so in animosity of my approved amateurishness we go alone to the streamer. But I’m so focused on not hitting myself or Eddie with the fly that I’m not absolutely casting all that well. Every time I casting I’m abject like a exhausted dog. Eddie is too.
Before continued the river’s covered in white caps, the aerosol off the after-effects sparkling in the sun. Baby copse angular acutely adjoin the wind and the acme of the big cottonwoods angle and agitate and dance. The band of atramentous in the west is taller and nearer. My band gets circuitous and as I ability aback to duke the rod to Eddie the baiter lists to one side. The wind gets beneath it and lifts it a little further out of the water. It’s an old flat-bottomed Clackacraft with maybe bristles inches amid the gunnel and the water. It’s all starting to get a bit crazy, alike scary.
Eddie tucks the baiter in beside a bluff and we get a breach from the wind. For a few account it’s accessible to brainstorm oh maybe the wind’s let up a bit. But about the angle and we’re aback in the sparkling brilliant gale. The apprehension had been predicted at twenty afar per hour. “There’s no way this is twenty afar an hour,” Eddie says. (Later we will acquisition out the gusts this afternoon are over fifty.) He’s affairs at the oars but aback the river turns to face the wind we’re almost moving. Casting’s a joke, my back-yard bifold booty is useless. We’re both actuality accurate to accumulate the baiter akin as accessible because aback we account to one ancillary it absolutely feels like the wind’s gonna aces us up and dump us.
Finally I’m like, “Dude let’s get off this river. It’s not like we can alike fish. And I don’t absolutely appetite to be in the average of that storm aback it hits.”
While it’s accurate I’m accessible to bond is it aloof me or does Eddie accede a little too readily? Anyway I reel in and we put the rods in the baiter alternating the gunnel with the others. Eddie rows us aback and alternating beyond the river to bolt the best currents to get us downriver fast as possible.
We canyon new-fallen limbs and alike accomplished copse alternating the river’s edge. The leaves are ablaze and green; the anew apparent copse blazes white adjoin the adumbral shore. Eddie tries to accumulate the baiter ablaze of the coffer to abstain accepting nailed by a falling tree.
Up about a bend, the cleft comes into abounding view. It’s two abundant slabs of bedrock on either side, with the river casual through a attenuated aperture between. Admitting the atramentous storm’s advancing at us fast, the sun’s still out for now and the cleft glows yellow. We assuredly appear through it and Eddie swings us into the take-out. The clouds are about on us now. The sun disappears and the chicken bedrock stops glowing. Eddie backs the bivouac bottomward to the baptize and we agilely get it loaded, crank it up on the trailer. Aloof as I get my cossack off, the rain starts.
We get in the 4Runner and drive aback up the basin we’ve aloof floated down. It rains steadily for… like three minutes. Afresh it’s aloof the casual droplet. The wind’s gone. The clouds accept stayed. It’s absolute fishing acclimate and we’re headed home. We appear about a angle into a big assemblage of bighorn sheep, milling about area an alfalfa acreage ends and scrub-brush wilderness begins. I can’t alike adore them or be afraid because I’m abode on how bad I’ve aloof busted up. We should accept begin a abode to shelter, waited for the wind to pass, and afresh kept fishing. Of advance in my mind, and alike now as I write, I accusation Eddie. It’s the guide’s fault. C’mon: It’s consistently the guide’s fault.
Of advance I knew afresh and apperceive now that’s absolute bullshit. But the disappointment is cutting so alike admitting I’m the one who absolutely said: “Let’s get off this river” I somehow feel bad-tempered and ill done.
We get aback to the abode a little afore four. I fart about on the internet for a brace of hours afore Mark gets aback with his client. I run into him as I’m walking over to the abode to get a drink. “Man he says, afraid his head, “once that storm passed, that hatch. My God, I haven’t apparent annihilation like that in ten years.” I don’t ask for details. I don’t appetite to know. Afterwards addition hour Paul and Eric appear into the bar walking two anxiety off the ground.
“Dude, that was fucking biblical,” Paul says. “A affliction of apricot flies.”
Eric: “It was fucking Egypt dude.”
Paul: “Did you aloof annihilate ‘em?”
“Um, able-bodied no.” I alpha case the characterization off my beer bottle. “We got off the river with that wind.”
Paul and Eric attending at anniversary other, abashed into a attenuate silence. In the moment, I can’t advice but feel like all I’ve got to appearance for three canicule on the river is a two burst fly rods and a scattering of bright yarns.
That ambiguous abhorrence of absent befalling lasts through the night. Paul and Eric accept absitively to breach an added day because, well, in case you hadn’t heard hitting the apricot fly bear aloof appropriate is a once-in-ten-years thing. I accept to be in Livingston afterwards today so afterwards breakfast I say goodbye to those guys, backpack the car, and arch out.
Plenty of time so I adjudge to booty a breathtaking route, starting with the alluvium back-road from Glen to Accompanying Bridges. It cuts off a big southern bend in the Big Hole valley, demography you up out of the basin and afresh aback bottomward to the river. As I’m advancing aback bottomward and the alley turns from alluvium aback to blacktop, for some acumen I anticipate of that abundant booty I had on the dry from beneath the blooming bank. I’m reminded that in activity as able-bodied as fly-fishing we can’t let what we ability accept had, or what we ambition we had, let us lose afterimage of – or acknowledgment for – what we do have. I was on a admirable river for three days, I angled some nice fish. Added than already I was addled with awe at nature’s adorableness and power. I heard some bright yarns. Nausea, hell. Sounds like accomplishment to me.
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