I gave it my best shot and where I could gain a foothold in the river fished heavy nymphs through the seams, but ultimately to no avail. I wished that I had a streamer or two in my fly box and when I returned to Missoula I rectified that by stopping in at another fly shop. I was glad for having my raincoat with me because it rained hard for about an hour at midday, doing nothing positive for the water level. Cold, wet, fishless and hungry I eventually decided to pack it in and return to Missoula for a hot meal.
On the drive back down the valley the sun emerged and bathed the National Forest in sunlight. I saw two salmonflies fluttering across the road so I parked and cast a salmonfly pattern into the water and had a cautious nibble from a small fish but nothing else. There were a couple of salmonflies on the water but nothing appeared to trouble them. I guess it might take a few more days yet for the fish to become active.
Nevertheless it was great to simply be out in American mountain nature and to be in Montana with a fly rod in hand after a lifetime of dreaming about it.
|Can you spot the little critter? What is it?|
Even though I failed to catch or see a trout I was left in no doubt that I was in a place of trout.