I’d never fly fished Montana. I never saw“The Movie” and I never read the book. But now, I think I’m starting to get it.
I spent three days wading and floating around Missoula, Montana with swarms of bugs hatching, and big wild trout rising to them. Green drakes, golden stones, PMDs, salmonflies, and medium size caddis came off throughout each day, in waves. And every bend in the river seemed to be boiling with fish.
I’ve never seen anything like it. The West Slope Cutthroat trout might be my favorite new fish. Go to Montana now.