The Day After



Angler fishes for cutthroat trout, Thompson Lake, Spanish Peaks, Montana.


Back to August, and a brief follow-up to my previous post.  Summer had regained its rightful place on the calendar.  It was hard to believe that I'd slogged through several inches of snow just twenty four hours earlier. After a spending a chilly, restless night in the confines of my bivy, I was eager to get up and get going.

By August, the sun rises a little later.  The mornings are slower to warm.  But the sun eventually touches the valley floor.  When it's calm, its heavenly. 

Rising cutthroats dimpled the surface of the placid lake.  A fisherman's invitation.  The fish were good hosts and willingly came to the fly.  I circled the lake, picking off cruising fish. When I reached my starting point below camp, a repeat circumnavigation of the lake was unnecessary. The catching had been easy. I'd already caught my fill. I was content then, to revel in the morning, just as I am now, looking back at these photos.

So here's to alpine lakes and cutthroat trout.  And let's not forget the dreamy days of summer that make it possible to get there. A toast.




Thompson Lake, Spanish Peaks, Montana.


Summit Lake, Spanish Peaks, Montana.

Comments

  1. Lester
    Absolute beautiful area there, that makes one yearn for warmer weather. Thanks for sharing

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  2. Thanks Bill, just what I was thinking. Warm weather and the beauty of alpine areas. There's such a small snow free window to get up there.

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  3. Wow, I'll drink to that this snowy morning, with some hot coffee, and a dream to fish for cutts at a place like that. Thanks!

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    1. A cup of coffee here too Walt, albeit without the snow. The cutts are waiting. Bring on July!

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