With 50 degree weather the need to get outside and play over rode the requirements of my to do list at home. Jason called and wanted to fish so I took a look at the internet weather reports and saw that the wind was blowing a consistent 34 MPH out of the South with gust to 50. I called Jason back and we planned on a quick fish on the Gallatin later in the day. Just to be sure the weather underground was accurate I placed a call over to Livingston to get a real time in person report. They told me it was a bit breezy but not all that bad, which for a Livingston resident means that if you can open the door without the aide of a numatic jack than it is calm outside. I called Jason back and mentioned that the Gallatin wasn't that interesting to me and that we should give it a shot over the hill, he needed to return a pair of broken waders anyways so we headed over the pass.
"Loomis, Trico and Jackson"
We made it to Bailey's to exchange the waders and once we stepped out of the truck the typical Livingston breeze was blowing close to the report from the internet. We exchanged the waders and headed up the river to check out the prospect of getting some firewood from RY timber. There wasn't much left in the wood pile so we deemed coming back with a trailer for a load of wood as useless. Even with the steady wind we proceeded up the valley to check to see if the wind was less above the Wine Glass gap. We stopped at the outflow of Depuy's to let the dogs run around a bit as well as drown a couple of flies. The wind was managable but the fish were not interested in either of the two flies that I had on my rod. The local sherriff stopped by to see how the fishing was and to give us a few pointers on where to get em with a worm sunk on the bottom. There were a few midges flying around on the Yellowstone and we witnessed one whitefish rising to the occassion. After the dogs wore off some energy and snapping a few photo's of the swans on Depuy's we headed for the Trail Creek route back to Bozeman.
"Elk on the Hillside"
Heading up the dirt road we spotted two nice groups of elk on the hillside and Jason scanned the herd for any sizable bulls. There were a couple of smaller bulls in the herd but nothing that made the jaw drop. It was a nice ride over the pass and we returned home content with knowing we at least got out and let the dogs burn off some energy.
I fell in love with fly fishing as a young boy when I found on old Eagle Claw Spin/Flyfish combo rod in my neighbors garage. Armed with the rod, reel filled with only backing and a prince nymph I jumped on my bike and made the 5 mile trek down the gravel road to the Eagle River. I caught and landed two brown trout that day and I have been hooked ever since. I have spent the past 18 years of my life in the fly fishing business as a guide, Fly shop owner for 7 years, and as an outfitter. I have a wonderful family which consist of my lovely and supportive wife Moira, 5 year old son Reece, 7 month old Daughter Sarah and our beloved dog Trico.
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