First, let me say again that I enjoyed flying with you. Congratulations on all the exciting things happening in your life with work and family. Good for you on the upcoming fly fishing adventure. I hope you catch lots of trout and end up on a river again soon. Now about those waders.
There was a time when drift boats were mysterious and distant to me. If I could one day “get a drift boat”, trout beneath magical rivers that were once unreachable would finally be within my grasp.
We drifted on the river in and out of shadows below the cliffs. It was a cold morning. I knew it would be hot later. It had been the same thing the day before.
My brother drove the whole way. I sat in in the back. My father was up front. My brother and father had split the cost of the drift boat four years earlier. That was before the Rendezvous.
It was just cold enough at night to build a fire in the wood burning stove. It was in the corner of the cabin and my brother had set the flue to burn all night.
There was enough light by the time I drove over the bridge. I pulled the steering wheel and raised up in my seat to see the river over concrete.
It is hard to mess up a day of fly fishing on the Bighole River in Montana, but in the middle of a PMD hatch and rising trout all around me, I was trying my hardest.
I like Tyler. I looked downstream at him while I fished. His casts were forced.