it all started with a great article in National Geographic Adventure....
article was titled "Secrets of the Great Parks" and I happened to stumble upon
it in my doctors office...where I guess it should have stayed but after asking
really really nicely, and I have to admit quite often, I was finally given permission to
take it along.
section about the Yellowstone was done by Tim Cahill and photographed by Tom Murphy and
made for great informative reading....it went past all the tourism spots and described the
untouched "secret heart of Yellowstone", which I must tell you is the way
Yellowstone is meant to be experienced .So I filed it away in my head and heart for the
day I might be able to get a real fishing holiday into my busy life here at the Resort.
as luck should have it ,later that summer , Armin , a former customer and great guy ,whom
became a good friend and whom I infected with that yee'ol'bugg we fly fisherman all have
and cannot imagine living without , wrote an e-mail to say hello and told me about his
travel plans for the upcoming fall.
intends to combine sightseeing and a fishing holiday, spanning Grand Teton National Park
and finishing off in Yellowstone National Park. A great big smile manifested itself on my
face and well, I'd be darned, but that Article came out of that old dusty file cabinet in
the back of my head that very instant .Within 2 hours I was already checking a Road atlas
as to which Interstate would be the best and fastest to take and the answer of course was:
none were ever going to be fast enough.
started off at about 5 am on a cold ,cold September morning, my monster of a Jeep fully
fuelled (and me knowing that would be changing quite quickly) with nothing but excitement
in my head and happy thoughts in my heart of the trout soon to be falling prey to me and
my fly rod. Let me tell you driving an open Jeep like mine for 1200km one way is not only
a wee bit drafty and loud, but really hard on any fuel-budget as well...but I wouldnt
have taken another vehicle if my life depended on it, never had so much fun just
many oh many fuel stops and 17 hours straight driving me finally reached Gardiner,
the northern entrance to Yellowstone. Having stopped at Missoula and the Three Rivers Fly
shop, where the Scott Company had thankfully send a replacement rod for my beloved
4-weight which I had managed to break getting into a drift boat only 2 days earlier. Great
service and one very very happy customer right here...!!!
met up with Armin and Laila (his better half) who were both waiting for me outside of
their hotel and there were hugs and hurrays all around, of course there was a
opulent steak supper and the occasional drink afterward .There also were many stories
passed between Armin and me regarding our respective exploits in the beautiful world of
Flyfishing, his taking place in Europe, mine of course around here.
recent wedding picture
dont even know when I hit the hay but I do vividly remember that I woke the
next morning with a wee bit of a headache and a discontenting look from Laila which to
this day steadfastly contents that I actually snore, and snore like no other human being
she ever had the pleasure of being robbed of her sleep by. Something I of course
somewhat disagree with and since no one has ever been able to prove the fact that I might
have a bit of a tendency to saw through an entire forest when I sleep I see no reason to
change my story... ;-)
to say we got a bit of a late start that day, about noon or so, and we finally went
and got our Licenses from a local shop where we of course browsed a bit and
dropped more money on what Laila called "stuff" than we did on our
licenses.... (Come on guys....dont play coy, we all know the
had researched the streams in Yellowstone as did I and we settled on Sloo Creek for the
start of our little expedition since many of the streams we did want to fish were running
high and murky as we found out in the Fly shop and driving past them.
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