Montana 2009 - Day 1

The first of August provided me the opportunity to head to Montana to spend a week (9days exact) hanging out with family/friends and chasing wild trout in the countryside I enjoy most. It was a long week of fun and I was more than worn out upon my return. So much in fact, it has taken me awhile to think of a way to share some of the photos we captured. I figure the best way to show everyone all the exciting times is through a series of posts that chronicles the day by day events through photos. So this will be the first post of a handful in an attempt to share the experience.

To start, I could not wait for this trip. When the opportunity presented itself I knew it was one I did not want to miss out on. We had planned to cover four rivers/creeks all over southwest Montana and I extremely over planned with ammo (flies) the week before I left...

I never realized how many flies I truly had in possession until I started reading every fishing report up there. On top of that, I bought 60 more flies based on reports I had read because I was certain they were sure fire replica insects that would fool every fish in Montana.

But even before I arrived, I called Mom and Dad a few times and they were kind enough to pick up some flies from a local fly shop (Headhunters) that were working at certain times and certain conditions recently. So when I finally touched down in Montana and made it back to the cabin, Mom and I rigged up our rods as fast as we could and headed to a favorite creek...the LPPC.

After wetting our lines through a sweet lil' hole on the LPPC I hooked into a brown trout as I showed Mom how to drift a nymph pattern. Of course it did not take one of the 500+ flies I brought/bought...



...but rather a nymph pattern Dad had picked up a few days earlier at Headhunters. I was more than pumped to see a brown trout because the weekend before I spent two days trying my hardest to land a brown in Oklahoma. Within a few hours of landing in Helena, I had landed a brown and felt pleased enough that I could return home to Fort Worth.

After fishing with Mom for awhile she made her way back to the cabin and left me to explore more stretches of the LPPC. Since it was late in the evening and I was in Montana where wild trout abound, I decided to fish some dry fly patterns because nothing beats top water action. Fortunately, I hooked into a few more fish...

And towards the end of the day, I fooled some some nice brown trout that for me would have made the trip up to Montana completely worthwhile...

but little did I know, there were more trout in our future that made this one heck of a fishing trip to beautiful Montana for everyone.

In a tribute to Lt. John Dunbar, I want to change my name to "Dances with Brown Trout."

-Parker

PS: And the best part about day 1...Mom and Dad were back at the cabin cooking up a GREAT dinner!