Well. I left Detroit on July 29th and didn't make it home until 11:30pm on August 31st. I put 6,128 miles on the Equinox. All by myself. It took me two days to get to Sheridan Wyoming from Detroit. Two days of 700+ miles per day. At the end of the first day, I walked into a motel and in a daze asked if they had a room for me, and then asked if they could tell me where I was. "You are in Missouri Valley Iowa sir."..."Where?!"
I fished for over two weeks and then my wife flew to Bozeman and we celebrated our 25th by driving home through Yellowstone, the Grand Tetons,the Beartooth Highway, the Chief Joseph Highway, Cody Wyoming, the Bighorn Mountains, the Medicine Wheel, the Blackhills, Mt Rushmore, the Buffalo Gap National Grasslands, and finally the Badlands.
We woke up one morning in Sloan Iowa...I was tired of hotel rooms and being on the road...I drove all the way home that day only stopping for gas and food. We rolled up the drive at 11:30.
There is no way I can explain this trip to anyone. So I'll stick to the fishing starting with the Madison...A wonderful, wonderful river.
I had a very close encounter of the Grizzly Bear kind, lost a big toe nail, after hiking the 2 miles down to the Hellroaring Creek in Yellowstone Park...Down is a breeze, the two miles back up can kill you. :) The hike was just the 4th day in before all my fishing buddies flew out and we met up near Henry's Lake Idaho.
I spent 5 days on my own before the "real" trip started in Cooke City Montana just outside the northeast entrance to Yellowstone. I love this town! Only 80 year round residents...Great places to eat and drink and just hang out...You are more likely to see a bear or bison in the road than an auto, but I was there just prior to Sturgis! I spent one hell of a few days with nearly 30 Harley's parked next to the truck at the motel...I may have been the only one without a bike.
I am going to digress a tad here and I promise...Just fish there after...
My first night I walked in to the Beartooth Cafe and the host sat me at a table. I have never been there before...They had Molson Canadians, the only place that did for 30 more days! They had a wonderful vegetarian lasagne and after I settled in I started to look around...
I want you to remember that I'm in town with hundreds of bikers...On the wall behind me, screwed to the wall, is a Ralph Steadman drawing of Hunter S Thompson autographed by Hunter to the original owner of the place :"Good luck with your endeavor from the good doctor. Dr Hunter S Thompson." In high school in late 71-72 I read his, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream" the first book that made me laugh out loud...This strange moment of synchronicity made me feel at home, so I ordered another Molson's. ;)
The attached photos are of the Madison, both inside and outside Yellowstone Park. The first week out there I floated two days on the Madison with a guy named Steve Hoovler. He and I fished together back in 2004 at the Third Meadow of Slough Creek.
The odd thing about the float trips...In two days I could count the rising fish we saw on one hand with only one rising steadily...Yet we caught fish the whole two days all down the river. The Madison is lower than normal due to work being done on the dam at Hebgen Lake, but it is still a rambling heavy river. These fish have to travel through serious currents and water to take your fly and they did...Except for the ones I missed. :) Steve said to me, "These fish don't miss your fly, you miss the fish." I was too slow sometimes for the Madison fish, and a couple weeks later too slow for the Cutts on the Yellowstone.
Some of the other pics were taken when I fished on my own in the days after the floats...
Side note: Steve picked me up at these old cabins we stayed in at Henry's Lake at 7:30...The first day I woke up at 20 mins to 6:00 and said to myself that I could sneak 20 more minutes of sleep before I should get up...I looked up to see a bat flying over my head and the head of my room mate! Damn!!!
Remebering "Fear and Loathing", if you have read it...There is a famous scene in there where the main character is seeing bats after injesting too many chemicals...The boys couldn't find the bat after I left and began to think that the old-hippie was fatigued from the long drive, or worse yet he was having a flash-back...Luckily the bat made another appearannce a few evenings later and I was off the hook.
Ok...I first fished the Madison in 1995 and I may scan some of those old pics, especially of $3 Bridge, just for comparison.
The boys out west like two fly rigs...Steve had the Madison divided in to sections, forested, plains, deep bouldered, etc...We usually started out with a Spruce Moth dry fly, and a couple feet of tippet with a 16/18 Tan Caddis dry fly...Some fish ate the moth, and some ate the caddis.
We had a wonderful couple days. Steve is a great angler and a treat to float with.
Spence
"Even when my best efforts fail it's a satisfying challenge, and that, after all, is the essence of fly fishing." -Chauncy Lively
"Envy not the man who lives beside the river, but the man the river flows through." Joseph T Heywood