Reflections and Perplexation

Took a road trip one day last week.  The valley, a little off the beaten path,  was still green.  The intent was to fish, which I did.  But the scenery and profusion of flowers captured most of my attention.

The Centennial Mountain Range, Red Rock Lakes, Montana

By mid-day it had grown quite warm.  Make that hot.  So, back over the pass I went.  Still early, there was time to drive over to the Henry's Fork.  After nearly forty years in Montana, and having driven through the area countless times, I've yet to fish this storied trout water.

I stopped by the Henry's Fork Angler, picked up a copy of Mike Lawson's book, and purchased an Idaho fishing license.  If you ever want to throw the shop guys for a loop, just ask for a steelhead permit too!  I may have been the first, last, and only person to ask for one.  Not too many steelhead in this neck of the woods, but I'm ready if one ever shows up.

I then drove home, still not having fished the Henry's Fork.