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Bighorn River Day....

Every angler visits a piece of water for the first time.  These are my impressions as a first timer to the Bighorn.  I imply no level expertise.
It's a bit of a haul for a day trip, but doable for the young and the tough.  I left Bozeman around 4:30 a.m. and met up with Satoshi in Livingston.  He was the young and tough part of the venture. For Satoshi, it was a guides day off.  Of course he ended up rowing the boat.
As I'd lamented in recent posts, spring has been slow to appear in Montana.  It was equally slow in appearing as we headed east.  Patches of snow still lay in gullies as we drove through the Crow Reservation.  Frozen fields were covered with sheets of water from the slowly melting snow.  It was raining when we arrived at Ft. Smith.  In no hurry to launch, we took our time, visited a couple of the fly shops, decided on a float strategy, and arranged for a shuttle. 
No secret, the Bighorn is a known quantity among the western fly fishing crowd. Folks either fish wh…

Glimmer....

Someone needs to have a talk with that blasted oversized weather forecasting rodent.  You've heard of Phil from Punxsutawney?  Six more weeks of winter he said. 
Liar.
It's looking more like six months.
Green grass.  In Montana.  In July.  Maybe.









No matter.  I ventured to the creek earlier this week.  Sans rod, I walked a section to check for spawning fish.  Happily, I can report that some of the graveled areas were finally occupied by rainbows going about their business.  A bit further on, a few fish were rising reliably.  That was good enough for me!  I hightailed it back to the car to retrieve fishing tackle.  They were still sipping midges when I returned.  And, they were cooperative too!



They ate these the next day.......