This was my second trip to the Missouri River in Montana with my Dad, and hopefully I’ll have many more to come. The abundance and size of trout on the Mighty ‘Mo have got me hooked (no pun intended.) My Dad got me into fly fishing when I was young, and it remains one of my favorite pastimes. There is something special about standing in a river, patiently trying to perfect one’s form, learning how to outsmart an organism with an artificial fly and when the timing is right, catch a beauty of nature. I believe fly fishing is an art form where new mediums are constantly being tested, along with my own patience. For me, it brings me to a place where I attempt to see things for what they are; breaking down the science of our environment. I am not a great fisherman, or even that good of one, however I see it as a work in progress that I’ll always enjoy!
“They say you forget your troubles on a trout stream, but that’s not quite it. What happens is that you begin to see where your troubles fit into the grand scheme of things, and suddenly they’re just not such a big deal anymore.”