Julia and I woke up Saturday morning knowing we were going to go fly fishing, we just didn’t know where. Up until recently, most of the rivers have been blown out due to run off, so the fishing hasn’t been very good, especially if you don’t have a boat and have to wade fish. We were reading the fishing reports, and couldn’t decide between going to the Blackfoot River or Rock Creek. Decisions, decisions!
Julia paused, and said, “You know, right now someone in France or somewhere is probably dreaming of how they can manage a vacation to get over here and fish either one of these places, and we can get to either one whenever we want.”
Which is true. These streams are world renowned. Years ago, when I left Montana to live in Ohio, I was angry for not having taken full advantage of where I was living. Now that I’ve been back, I’ve done all I can to make sure that doesn’t happen. I’ve said it before, but I continue to be very grateful to live here.
We went to Rock Creek. It was the best day fishing yet, even though I ended up breaking and losing my rod, not to mention my hat and sunglasses.