Fantasy Fishing

32 days ago, on June 7th, I waded into the river at Vernon. That began this magical run I'll likely never have again.  I don't ever recall one this good for this long. Like DiMaggio's 56 game hit streak. Bonds' 73 home runs.  Ted hitting .406.  I just kept pinching myself wondering when it would end.  It never did until I pulled myself away in the heat of that last Mo morning, when the time seemed perfectly right.

The only day I didn't fish was in the middle of a 30 hour constant rainfall on the Beaverhead. I've been in the water with a bent rod every other day of this trip, even the evening after having a leaf spring replaced on the trailer. Fantasy fishing kind of stuff most of the days, all on my Big Four. Henry's, Wyoming, the MO, and the creeks.  Drake's and PMD's served daily, good hatches everywhere. Familiar stretches and new stretches.  Great flows. (Ya, it's a low water year!)

And weather?  For the most part it couldn't have been any better.  A little wind here and there, some rain showers as expected, but mostly just perfectly comfortable.  The hatch timing and weather pattern seemed to be couple weeks early this year. The first two weeks of June were very summer-like.  The hatches have been early.  But, the big heat has held off until, really, today.  I ran the air conditioner in the trailer one afternoon in Livingston before the cold front.  I ran the furnace on low a few nights in Island Park.

7 weeks ago I wasn't sure if I could drive or even see a fly on the water.  My Memorial Day weekend practice run was a bust. However, each day my brain/eye coordination adjusted from then to now.  I'm already thinking of next June, but there's little chance it can match this one.  Some records will never be broken.  

Just a little fishin' now.