It’s easy to write a blog about how “GOOD” the fishing is, but seldom do I ever write about how “TOUGH” the fishing can be. I enjoyed an incredible day of fly fishing in Yellowstone National Park, it will probably go down as one of my most memorable days ever, yet I don’t have stories of big fish to tell. I just have stories.
The day started with clear skies, just like the weatherman said. Temperatures were approaching the mid 70’s before we left the ranch. By the time we made it through the gate it felt like the perfect Montana summer day. Fly rods were strapped to the hood, there were no crowds, no bear jams and the Gardiner River looked great. I quickly realized that the rush was over. I did my best to divert the chatter amongst my group to the question of, “when do most kids go back to school across the country?”. Since my Dad was a school teacher for 40 years and I one for a few, combined with knowledgeable clients with kids in school, we narrowed the day down to today. The sheer lack of people in the park and total lack of fly fishers on the water told us that summer in Yellowstone has come to an end, now it’s our time. It’s time to fish. Today was day 1.
We chose our hands down favorite stretch of water in all of Yellowstone Park to wet our lines in first. We often park across the road at another trail head to hopefully create the distraction that we’re hiking up to some lake that rarely fishes well, yet continues to beckon the adventurous fly fisher. After fishing nearly every summer day for 5 years in a row, I knew better. It was better fishing and only a 5 minute walk off trail down the main road, then when no one is watching, duck off into the Sage. We pulled this routine off perfectly. Matter of fact, we even publically shared a fictional story of a Grizzly Bear attack, just loud enough for the rig that pulled in beside us from one of those states we don’t like. It happens.
This is where the hard part comes in. One can only watch their favorite fly drifting perfectly over a piece of their favorite water-untouched by a fish, for so many casts. This is a moment when the guide has two choices. While we cannot change the fisherman, we can change the fly. Of course, that is what we do, perhaps 100 times or more, and we love it. Sometimes I call this “Ninja Fishing”. There’s more to catching a fish than just keeping your casts between the dry spots. In my opinion, those who love to fish, revel in days like this. If it weren’t for days like this, none of us would ever get any better. If it weren’t for days like this no one could tell the difference between good guides and everyone else.
Making the decision to leave my favorite spot was easy, since I knew my favorite river had more favorite spots, that’s why it’s my favorite everything. So, upstream we went. On the first cast we’d hooked a perfect Cutthroat. In the air were unique Stoneflies of olive and a deep blue. We had the right flies. Fish continued to rise to our fly but the dark skies warned us that we’d best get close to cover and eat some lunch. Which we timed perfectly. Everything was going good right up to the point when I made the decision to leave a stream we were catching fish in to seek other waters. Today, I learned this is guiding sin, and I do not suggest it to anyone. If you are catching fish-stay. It’s simple. However, I make things complicated sometimes. In addition, while eating lunch I actually found a “lucky penny”. This is more than just relying on the heads up indicator, this penny actually had the words written on it. Come to think of it, my client took it, so I don’t know what that means. Problem is, I think the luck was meant for us to stay and use it, not leave and abuse it.
Our next stop was a world famous stream not far away. Amazingly enough, there was only one other vehicle in the parking lot. As we watched the skies clear and the lightening fade, my best pal noticed a Stonefly landing on his shirt and gave me that grin. We collectively decided the game was on. Once on the water we started seeing fish feeding in a foam back eddie just a few feet from us. We quickly changed flies and made some casts. Then we quickly changed flies and made some more casts. We repeated this until finally we started putting on the same two flies we started with. This still wasn’t the answer, it just meant that we hadn’t yet found the answer. This hurt worse as we continued to watch the frenzy in the foam. Eventually, we found some luck with a #20 or small BWO that I could barely force 5x tipped through the eye.
In the end we did catch a few fish, had a lot of laughs, saw Pronghorn, Bison, a wolf, a Red Fox with a mouthful of Whistle Pig (he ran right by the truck!) and what we think could have been a Wildabeast, but the jury is still out. All returned safely back to Paradise Valley where the thermometer in the rearview read 80 degrees rather than 58. Bow and Bud, thanks for a great day. You Alabama boys are alright!
The rivers are fishing well, kidding aside. Though the Yellowstone continues to be off color, you will catch fish. Many of the park streams are still flowing heavy and cold, but they’re ready to test you and you will catch fish. If you’ve been waiting for an excuse. Here it is.
BE SURE TO STAY TUNED FOR “Brotherly Love”…we just spent 4 days prior with the Burkhart family…I’m still working on editing the video and collecting guide stories.
“Tight Lines & Smiles”
Jim “JB” Klyap, Outfitter #7843