crazy city folks approaching bisons with cameras believing they're in a zoo.. You know you can't resist it.. :)
That's funny! The first time I visited the park I wanted to close the gates and not let anyone in anymore...I couldn't believe they actually had gas stations in there. It was so beautiful I wanted to herd everyone to the exits, "Come on now folks! Speed it up. Nothing to see in here...;)"
I stopped to fish the Madison in the park and had a boxed lunch from the deli in town and I decided to sit at a picnic table and eat my lunch. I could hear the traffic going by...All of a sudden it seemed strangly quiet and I looked up from my lunch to see a bison in the middle of the road crossing and holding up traffic...He walked right by the end of my table like he was going to stop for a beer and some potato salad..."Hey mister. Could you spare a bite of that sandwich there for an old bison?" :)
In 2004 I took Madison River Fishing Co's horseback trip up to the third meadow for a few days. I had real back issues and lied on the paperwork that I was in great health and rode a horse nearly every day of my life since I was 8...I'm from Detroit! :) Not much horseback riding going on here. When I climbed up on that horse, Colter was his name after John Colter who travelled with Lewis & Clark, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it our not.
I had a wonderful fishing trip and less than a year later I was on the operating table...I've always wondered what they would of done if my back finally quit in Yellowstone...At the Third Meadow...Helicopter? Strap me to one of their pack mules and drag my ass out, or feed me to the bears? :)
You should of seen the $3.00 Bridge in 1995! My very first Madison River fish in 1995 was a 20"+ Bow that let me know I wasn't in Kansas any more...:) That fish kicked my butt! I was carrying a tiny, by western standards, Au Sable net and he took one look at it and shook his head, and I swear he paused to look at me laughing, and was giving me the monster Bow equivalent of the finger, as he turned to swim away...I looked around praying that there wasn't anyone around to see that fish hand me my bee-hind!
They had a marketing slogan for Montana tourism back in 1995. They called it, "The Last Best Place"...and I bought it hook, line, and sinker...
I was staying in Ennis...I was in a gas station one night when some girl drove up in her pick-up, barefooted and it was apparent she had been doing some hard drinking that night. When I went in to pay for my gas she was swearing at the clerk there who wasn't going to let her buy anymore beer...She reminded me of that "cow-girl" in "A River Runs Through It". You know, "Buster wants ta fish."...I thought of offering her some of mine but she scared the shit out of me! :)
I first saw the state in 1973...Maybe someone can pull up Matt's post for you with pictures of him at Armstrong's wearing his bell-bottom-waders from the 70's...:)