|White water rafters receiving last minute instructions before they hit the rapids|
|The view from my campsite|
I found a quiet spot in the river's canyon section, meant to be its most productive, and with my first cast tempted a little trout of about 7 inches to take a black rubber leg stonefly nymph.
The Gallatin's trout don't grow especially large. My guidebook says mature fish hit the 12 to 14 inch mark with only a handful over 20 inches caught every year. I caught five more rainbows in fairly swift succession and the largest was 11 inches.
The very next fish felt a little different as soon as the indicator checked. The fish immediately started stripping line and once it hit the fast current it kept going and I watched my backing start to fly through the rod guides. The Gallatin's rocks are slippery and I precariously followed as fast as I could. Somehow I managed to keep myself dry and the fish on the line, and when it tired I was able to catch up to it several hundred yards downriver from where it was hooked. The tortoise always beat the hare.
I netted the fish and left it in the water while I took a few minutes to recover my breath! I think this is a pretty decent fish for the Gallatin and with the biggest, stupidest grin on my face I packed up thinking it was unlikely to be beaten today.
|A typical Montana scene|
|In case you ever wondered where your waders come from - Bozeman, MT|
I hit the road, Yellowstone National Park my destination and a life long dream about to come true...