“Hittin’ Poor Man’s if you’re looking for seconds.” Alex sends me a text today around noon. He and Lance are going fishing. Fuck yah, I’m looking for seconds. Looks like he and Lance have the right idea. Lance has a real person job, building fancy houses, but on weekends he lives the life of a true trout bum like the rest of us. Alex, a local fishing guide and OG Montana fishing buddy, fell asleep on me yesterday, but the boys are buzzing today – time to go fishing. Looks like I’m going North again.
More midges out here today. Way more. I think I may have even seen a trout just rise. But I still have the same rig on from yesterday and it did all right. So I don’t change anything up. The little Indian Summer we are having right now is at least pleasant to fish in. But the bare mountain tops are a scary reminder that we need winter to come back soon. The warming trend seems to be favorable for the midges in this run at least, so I’ll stop here and survey a bit before I meet up with Alex and Lance.
Thinking about how the fish wanted it yesterday, I immediately start bouncing my bobber down the drift. The fun part about fishing this way is that the takes are normally sudden and hard, and your bobber disappears in a split second. Sometimes it takes a minute for your brain to register what happened, and that your bobber is gone. Bobber down! Another football – rainbow trout. Get him off and get right back in the drift. Whack. Another one, man these bows are still pretty hot for December. Both on the little pheasant tail, too. Let’s go find Lance and Alex.0