The gentle lull of spring break has swiftly and most unfortunately abruptly has come to a close; professors are showing little to no mercy with the slurry of tests and presentations that they have eagerly been waiting to throw at their students with immense pleasure. Lets just say the first week back was a little rough, getting back into the swing of things was harder than I thought. To ease the pain of these things known as “tests” a few buddies and I decided to do a little fishing over the weekend. Cameron Bridge was our destination, and the Gallatin River awaited us with its calm waters that will soon be taken over by the fierce spring run-off and we can kiss fly fishing goodbye to the mucky debris filled waters for a few weeks. I sure as heck can’t cast as majestically as Brad Pitt in The River Runs Through It, but I sure do like to pretend. We all have dreams, right?
Within the first five minutes of shaking the rust off and casting like an uncoordinated ogre, I managed to snag my dry fly in a willow. I am fairly confident I spend more time trying to untangle my fly from the grasp of willow trees and juniper bushes behind me or across the river on the opposite bank than actual fishing. But like we say in Montana, “that’s fishin’ for ya.” One fish was caught that day, and she sure was a monster. By monster I mean a six-inch cutthroat trout, but it was a fantastic evening with a stellar sunset filled with dark oranges and deep purples that rippled off of the calm waters. There is something about being on the river that is ultimately soothing and relaxing, whether blue ribbon trout are being pulled in or not the river has a way of stealing my sorrows away every single time.
I was slacking in the picture department because the sunlight was dwindling, but here is one my buddy Collin took of me climbing up a tree untangling my fly. The poor tree had no chance, and fortunately I came out victorious with my fly still on my line! A few cuts and scrapes were the only snags in the operation (no pun intended) and the fishing ensued. Cheers to a prosperous week ahead!
Also, the link above will guide you towards “Fish Eye Guy Photography” which shows the pictures of the wet slides (avalanches) at Bridger Bowl today. The patrol did a great job of triggering these slides before the lifts ran and kept everyone safe. One of them is right off of the main Bridger lift, as you will see in the pictures. Hopefully this doesn’t mean an early closing, but we will see how everything plays out.