The roads and highways are lonesome, allowing you to absorb
the big sky, mountains, and valleys.
You can often see the same mountain for over an hour, even doing
75. Quickly jump from river to river
with Montana’s
liberal speed limits. Most of the huge fifth-wheels with cars and boats in
tow, Yellowstone visitors, and summertime travelers are gone.
The rivers are tranquil.
The splash and giggle crowd on their rafts and inner tubes are back
indoors. Parking lots are empty, or
nearly so. Sunrise is at 8:00, and it’s still freezing
outside. Fog shrouds most river valleys
for a time. No rush. The hatch starts early afternoon, but for a
few tiny midges. No sunrise tricos or
early morning pmds. There’s still an
evening bite, but its little blue wing olives, not swarms of caddis and mosquitoes.
On the nice, warm, sunny days, sparse hatches make the fish
eager for anything floating their way, and they can’t be as selective now like
when the water is covered in caddis and summer mayflies.
A good cast gets taken.
Flies are smaller, leaders are long and fine,
and it’s a stalking game in the low clear waters.
The fish are willing though.
They still eat larger flies and ants. Cloudy
days are epic, with heavy hatches and the buffet line open.
Waters that get pumped on high all summer have been shut
down to a trickle.
Those without dams
are out of snow melt, exposing most of the stream bed that was scoured out
during runoff.
Where you once floated
too fast and deep to anchor, you know are walking on dry river rock, or wading
just over your ankles.
You see the places
you hooked nice trout in July, but now those runs are dry.
Such is fall in Montana.
Winter snow starts the cycle again.
The forecast says a lot of it starting in about 24 hours, with
temperatures in the teens.
I think I’ll
go home now.
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