We drove into West Yellowstone in the early afternoon, got our licenses and stopped by to tell our friend, Ernie (Flyshop Guru) that we had arrived. And to pick up some of the "hot" flies for the Firehole. Haha. We also got directions on where the better fishing might be. Hmmm... Anyway, we were off once again, bidding Ernie goodbye. He hated to be left out...but, no playing until your work is done!! = ) We drove around looking for the "place". Well, we picked one, but not quite sure if that was it or not! (Not)
This was a forest of pines that we would have to walk through to the river. Yeah, RD in a forest with BEARS! My first time loading up with a can of bear spray.... Why wasn't I feeling much better? Maynard assured me that the probability was small that we would run into one. Peggy Sue just laughed...Why was she laughing? We finally found the river after about a 2 1/2 mi. trek in... We gave it our best shot for a couple of hours, but it was fishing rather slow.
I landed a 14" rainbow, Peggy Sue caught a brown trout, and Maynard well...had an adventure. You see, we found a meadow coming back that we could walk in, which would give us a better sighting of bears running at us! Much better than a bear jumping at you from behind a tree! Haha. We were almost through this meadow when we discovered marshes in front of us. There was no way to go around them. As I sloshed through the thick, crusty volcanic mud... it stuck to my waders like paste. I was about ready to have a melt down, being so hot in the waders with the long walk. So, I just kept moving ahead! Visions (or were those hallucinations?) of the truck lay before me in my head! Only a little ways to go! Maynard had chosen to wear his sandals and shorts and wet wade because of the temps. Well, Maynard didn't fare well. Down he went, into the mud. After reaching down at his feet...he managed to take off the sandals and step out. He had completely white, pasty legs from the crusty mud! Kind of like the Pillsbury Dough Boy's legs... It was incredible. What a mess...
We were back on the road again...back to West Yellowstone. We would meet Ernie and have a pizza at my favorite place in town...Wild West. There was some kind of country/blue grass band playing and the place was lively. A good time. Oh, did I mention that if you go with fly shop guys...you might get a white pizza with artichoke and tomatoes? Hmmm... Maynard wasn't thrilled. To forget that he didn't get meat on his pizza...he started dancing some kind of watusi dance!!!
Day 2 - We headed out towards the Madison River. Lions Bridge seemed to be somewhere that we could have a rest stop and I could throw a few casts in for just twenty minutes. Back in the truck and on to Ennis, Mt. (Pronounced Eh-nis) Ok...I confess, I went with the long E and was quickly corrected, by Maynard. I loved being greeted by none other than an iron fly fisherman in the middle of town! (He's got a trout at the other end of the gravel box) My guess is that Lewis & Clark probably came through here on there expedition. A very quaint town.
|Who is this guy??? Can Frandito Bandito catch more fish in half the time???|