Day 1 - This soon to be 1400 mile journey started a little frenzied, I must admit. We were going to leave on Saturday, then at the last minute, found out that Maynard wanted to leave on Friday. I had it off from work, as it was going to be my prep day. Well, now I just had to throw all my gear together in a pile and hope it was all complete. My flies stayed in their prescription bottles instead of being neatly arranged in the new fly box that I had ready to go. No time to buy any new clothes for the trip. My two pairs of shirts and pants would have to do. Montana was waiting! And I was not going to delay the departure... We met up with a friend of mine, Peggy Sue. She had taken a fly fishing class with me and we wanted to experience the Firehole River. It is both of our favorites in Yellowstone. So, we were off! Along the way, it was sandwich time at the Mountain Market in Island Park, ID. And greatest homemade mustard! (I brought some home) Thanks, Dione!
We drive a little further and we get to Virginia City, Mt. It has stagecoach tours waiting for visitors along side the old, western style main street. A boom town during the gold rush, they have kept all the shops in tact for tourism. Half of the structures were built before 1900. Didn't have time to stop, but someday it would be fun to go in and look around a bit. It's a fun, little ghost town and even Calamity Jane lived here for awhile!
Next stop...(Are you seeing a trend here? This isn't just any ordinary fly fishing trip! No, Maynard only give scenic tours that have fly fishing in them! For which I was very grateful because I had never been through this part of Mt.) We arrive in Nevada City. Home of the "Haunted Mansion"...at least that is what we are calling it! An old western town that has small shops and old frame houses. Then, we get to this house! Scary at night, I bet...
Now, we find the land of fly fishing (And a few buffalo!) As we entered into the Alder Gulch and Ruby River Valley...it was breathtaking. A beautiful valley of hills and trees. Maynard had a great idea of putting us on Fluvial Arctic Grayling (Thymallus Arcticus) in the Ruby River... I have always wanted to see a grayling, up close and personal. This was one of the "extra perks" on having Maynard drive...he knew the spots that had all different species of trout.
And I was totally "game on" finding a grayling! But, not just any ordinary grayling. A river-run Fluvial Arctic Grayling! There are only a couple of rivers in the U.S. that have them, as they primarily occupy lakes. But, what were my chances, really? I mean, I have to work for every trout that I catch...it would be pure luck if I got into one. But, just between you and me, I could see how Maynard's face lit up when he said that he was going up there specifically for us to find one. So, I couldn't disappoint! = )
Unless, I met up with this guy first! Rawwwrrrr!!! Yep, Yogi. (nice nails...errr...claws)
I really didn't need to see this next to the hole that I wanted to fish out of...
I was into my casting about 3-4 times...and "fish on"! Something deep below started to rise from the water...it was greyish looking...so I knew it wasn't a brown trout! I didn't look like a rainbow either...Could it be??? I screamed over to Maynard and said..."Is this it?" He replied, "Looks like an Arctic Grayling!"
To say that I was a little ecstactic, would be an understatement... To catch a new species of fish is exciting...but, to land something that you can't find just anywhere...that is special. Thanks, Maynard...for thinking up this journey! Peggy Sue and Maynard were happy netting cutties on this stretch of water...
Maynard... Showing me how to hold a Fluvial Arctic Grayling...top dorsal fin up!
So, our second day was done. It was time to drive the last leg of the day into Dillon, MT... For the Beaverhead River was before us... = ) We checked into our rooms (which happened to be the last couple of rooms due to a rodeo in town...so they said. I think they just looked at us and said..."far back corner, away from everyone!" Ha! ) We cleaned up a bit and finished the day with some grub at Dillon's finest...
THE TACO BUS!!
Why would I make this the biggest picture on this post? Simple...I was fetchin' hungry! A macho carnitas burrito did the trick. If ever in Dillon, Mt... Highly recommended. And conveniently placed across the parking lot from the hotel. = )
|Who is this guy??? Can Frandito Bandito catch more fish in half the time???|
NEXT UP: Ernie finds his way out of the flyshop, finally... Late at night, he journeys across mountains and streams, and fortunately avoiding deer contact...arrives to fish with us the next day. Now, our adventure will have a few extra kicks in it! Peggy Sue and I better be ready to keep up the pace! You can bet that we will give it our all... BIG FISH are on the horizon!
Montana... Got to love it.
I really enjoyed this post! And don't worry - that's no bear claw print. LOL Great write up!ReplyDelete
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What a great post!! Sounds like a fantastic adventureReplyDelete
Nick- Thanks and I'm glad you enjoyed Part 1... It was quite the trip...Delete
Wild west was tasty this year... Love that place missing it already although I am more in love with the still waters than the rivers. Never thought I would hear myself saying that 5 years ago!ReplyDelete
Craig ~ Glad you found some places to fish after finding the Slough too muddy! And yes, Henry's Lake can make you love still water even more.Delete
Your post made me chuckle. I can identify with wondering if bears will pop out behind trees in the middle of no-where. Seeing them run across a meadow is better. Nice job pulling up the graylings too!ReplyDelete
Marc ~ Glad we can both see eye to eye on that scenerio... I don't need surprises from bears, either. Lol. And graylings are way cool. = )Delete
Hey Emily. A great two day tour of Montana. And that sandwich, wow what a way to start the trip. I hope it was as good as it looked. Can't wait for the rest of the story.ReplyDelete
Mark ~ Is that you? = ) I would have shared my sandwich...it was way big! The secret mustard is unbelievable... Looks like "Sunday Tippets" will have to move over for Part II... Hopefully, I can get the last 3 days into one post! There was a lot of fishing.Delete
Yes, that's the real me. Mark Kautz formally known as Shoreman.Delete
Wow, epic trip! Congrats on the Grayling. Very pretty fish.ReplyDelete
Steve ~ We have barely scratched the surface of this trip. Haha.Delete
Looking forward to future, juicy installments.Delete
Part one sounds like a great trip so far, and a new fish. That's awesome. Looking forward to part two.ReplyDelete
I have waiting for this post and you didn't disappoint. I have told you this before but this place is my dream fishing destination before I hang up the fly rod. Did you say mud while wading a trout stream in Montana, very unusual? I am behind on my blogging because of the arrival of our new granddaughter this past week. Waiting for the next report