The other 1%

Tomorrow is Veteran’s Day.

I did not serve in the United States Military, my grandfather did in World War One.  I have no possible idea what his experiences were like as he passed before I was born, but sitting on my desk are two spent .30-06 cartridges from his funeral.  There were times growing up when there was an overwhelming feeling to join the Military.  Frequent trips to Army Surplus stores throughout my youth yielded various backpacks, fatigues and other camping gear; patches were my favorite pieces to collect.  At one point in high school I sat down with a recruiter from the Marine Corps and asked him some questions.  He asked me a few and once he realized that I had blown my ACL playing soccer, he was less interested in my service.  That was alright with me, I was actually more afraid to enlist than I was of heading off to college.  Two high school friends enlisted in the Marine Corps, during my freshman and sophomore years we wrote letters back and forth – I still have those letters.

Years later, I find myself saying “thanks for your service” to men and women I’ve never met; it happens in parking lots, at gas stations and just about anywhere it can.  I can’t really help it, it just comes out and immediately they light up and are very appreciative. There is something inside me that wants to know more about their service and their time spent defending our freedom, but those are personal feelings and experiences that I am not warranted to know. I have a large list of fishing clients that are serving or who have served in the US Armed Forces. Some of them openly share, others just want to unwind and not discuss “work”. They come out to Montana, not for the fishing, but for the peace and quiet our great state offers. In the drift boat I witnessed grown men, with more clearance than most folks will ever have, completely breakdown and lose their shit. That story in it’s entirety will never appear on the pages of this blog- it just wouldn’t be right. I get it though, really, cause the stress that these men and women are put through is nothing like what the rest of us Joes have to deal with. It’s similar, but not the same.  One can’t relate, one can only try to understand and respect it.  There is a common phrase used in society today – “the upper 1%”.  That’s typically used for the ultra wealthy, but “the other 1%” is now being used for those who served in the Military.  Nowadays, only one percent of Americans have served in the Armed Forces. That’s actually quite disturbing and is the real reason why the general population of America doesn’t understand what’s going in the world today.

Another client, who became a friend (as many do), is a co-founder of a program/organization called Words After War.  Brandon Willetts is a Navy Veteran and a writer.  His father and grandfather are both Veterans as well….it runs in their blood. Brandon and his business partner are trying to bridge the gap between Vets and the rest of us.   Their program is gaining ground. One day not too far down the road, they will be the ones who figured out the way to make us understand what’s it like to be a Vet trying to assimilate back into society.




in the books

I woke this morning in a haze of confusion, unaware of where my head had fallen the night before.  Something had just bumped into my legs and was hovering over me.  My eyes opened up to see the shaggy face of a dog, now inches from my nose.  Moments later Stella wet the side of my face and put her down on my chest.  It was then I realized …. I was in West Yellowstone, at home.   Shooing away Stella at 5 am,  I rolled over for a couple more hours and enjoyed some much needed rest.

The 2014 Guide Season is officially over.  All that remains is the boat load of paperwork sitting in my office.   Most of that isn’t due for two months, which makes plenty of time for getting outside and enjoying what’s left of Fall.  To all those who came out to fish with us this year, we would like to extend a huge THANK YOU!  Without folks like you, Greg, Earl and myself would not be able call Montana home.  We appreciate the business and are already looking forward to 2015 – which just so happens to be our 10th year of providing top shelf fly fishing trips in Montana.  Ten years…..let’s hope the next ten takes longer than the last ten.




It’s Mid-October….

We’ve been fishing streamers and dry flies for the past two weeks or so.  Some days have been banner and some days we scratch out a good day on the water.  Those who keep their head down and strip it with fishiness have been rewarded here on the Missouri River.  The dry fly bite is as good as you are and from time to time a bit of luck is helpful.  October is one of my favorites and I really don’t want to fish anywhere else this time of the year.  Tom and Harry showed up for a four day run, the Ladies trip was here, Molly ventured in and Heames’ boys are currently in town. Ten more days and two more groups of great anglers.  All we need is the weather to cooperate just a little more.




Bussman’s

Today was a good day.

Snow, rain, some coffee, a bit of wind and enough sun to make one think that sunshine would be a  good thing for a few minutes of the day if only to warm one up and keep one from thinking that rowing is a good idea.  Manning the oars is something to be left to those who do it naturally, without thinking.  When I row the boat and I have an angler who slips the fly in the spot just as I am thinking how sweet that spot is, everything clicks and the line slides tight.  The fish is thrashing, running and jumping and ripping line.  It might jump, it might not, but it’s hooked up and the pull is right.

Today was a good day.




The last Push

The fire next to the kitchen table is keeping all of us, both hounds, a kitty and myself warm on this ultra wet chilly morning.  Once again, we slept all night through the pouring rain and woke to the same soaking from above this AM.  In a couple hours I will be packed up and ready for the four hour drive to Craig, the self proclaimed fly fishing capital of the world, (however we all know that West Yellowstone will forever hold this title) for my last push of guide trips of the 2014 season.  The next month will find me living with Kuhnert and Courtney….tying flies at night, watching play off baseball mixed with some EPL and rowing a boat during the day. Twenty-two trips in total and I can only hope that cloudy weather and cool temps continue to be in the forecast through late October.  Greg Falls has been working nearly everyday up north and providing me with weekly reports – they’ve had solid fishing and each day it get’s more Fall-like.  The Missouri gives me a chill, it always has and it always will……

An old friend, exceptional fly tyier and fellow guide passed away a few days ago after a two year battle with cancer.  Nick, you will be missed by us all….over ten years ago you showed me the $3 dip – that fly changed my outlook on flies and guiding.  You were a ghost amongst the rest of us and I very rarely knew where you were fishing.  When I did happen upon your rig, I always made a mental note but never went back there with clients.  Thanks for being a friend to young guide trying to figure out the way down the river.

August and September were wet as wet as anyone can remember in recent history.   The photo above was from early September and our first snow of the year on the level.  That was a particularly windy day, out of the north, and I don’t think I ever made a back stroke on the oars all day long.  The fish have stayed hungry through September, mostly eating nymphs and streamers, but there were several days of solid dry fly fishing.  Small flies like $3 dip, Black Crystal Dip, the DOB, #12 Prince, Olive Serendipities, Pink SJW and #10 black rubber legs were my best flies down in the Madison valley over the past few weeks.

Big Trout are running up the Madison in YNP as I write this.  The flows have been higher than normal and the daytime temps cooler as well.  What that really translates to is more trout in the system for a longer period of time.  October will provide some solid fishing opportunities around West Yellowstone and I look forward to seeing photos of big browns in the month to come.   While I love guiding and fishing the Missouri River in October, I will miss swinging flies for the grab of a migratory brown who has been lurking in Hebgen Lake all summer long.

You will very rarely see me all tuxed out like this……my wife is stunning….me?  Well, I just look good cause she is standing by my side..  See ya soon Molly!  Can’t wait to fish with you on the Missouri.




Dispatches from my better half….part two.

The Fishing Life: An Angler’s Tales of Wild Rivers and Other Restless Metaphors (2013) compiles Paul Schullery’s best stories fish, flies, water, and the people who love them all. Including articles originally published from the 1980s and later, he adds previously unpublished pieces. Schullery fishes his way from Pennsylvania to Mexico, Yellowstone to Alaska, with stops in the Adirondacks and Ohio. These essays explore conservation, favorite rivers, beloved and scorned varieties of fish, non-traditional fly patterns, and the passion behind fly-fishing.

Schullery is a soft-spoken legend, well-known for his reflections about the natural world.  He authored nearly 40 books about bears, fly-fishing, Yellowstone, and two works of fiction. Raised in Pennsylvania, he began his career as a seasonal ranger in Yellowstone in 1972.  Much of his writing and research is devoted to the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem, editing the quarterly journal Yellowstone Science from 1992-2009. He also served as executive director of the American Museum of Fly Fishing from 1977 to 1982.  I met Mr. Schullery at Montana State University in 2003, when he taught “History of Yellowstone.” I can’t remember most of the lectures, and my old notebooks were trashed along with the futon and PBR cans. I would surely relish the chance to travel back and time and reabsorb every word. Since then, I’ve consulted many of his books for program research. Among his writings outside of fishing, I recommend Mountain Time (1984), Searching for Yellowstone (1997), and Yellowstone’s Ski Pioneers (1995).

Through common goals of keeping fish plentiful and happy, wilderness advocates and fly fisherman usually find companionable ground.  Protecting fish inevitably leads to preserving their natural ecosystems. Chapter 21, “How Can You Do That?” explores the wavy lines between catch and release and just…catching.  Returning the trout alive to the stream is a conservation practice designed to prevent overharvest in the face of increasing pressure from anglers, environmental concerns, and habit degradation. All of the sport, yet unlike game hunters, none of the bloodshed. Ah, what a fine compromise fishermen made! However, naysayers of catch and release decry the intense pain fish feel from hooking, playing, and prying the hook from its jaws. Schullery relates his experiences amidst this debate. At a wilderness conference, he is approached by some of those in opposition of catch and release. Their claim is that anglers might as well kill the fish as instead of torturing it without ending its suffering.  They kept asking, “How can you do that?!” He pauses to think it over, recalling days of glorious fish and wild water, and thinks, “Oh, but how can you not do that?!” Observant anglers are privy to various natural delights besides the pursuit of trout. Chapter Four, “Antlers Aweigh,” reminds us that fish, flies, and water are a small section of the outdoors. As Schullery is fishing Michigan’s Au Sable River, he encounters a deer swimming upstream. His mind immediately relates the doe to various flies crafted with deer hair, prized for its floatant nature. While pondering the creations possible from the deer’s body hair, he watches her make a 90-degree turn for the opposite shore. Startled, she is laboriously swimming away. Realizing he spooked her, he thinks maybe the value in that day on the river comes not from the fishing, but from the larger experience occurring in the ecosystem.

Fish are as important as those searching for them. Schullery introduces us to different fish, and helps define them according to a sort of anglers’ social class. Reigning supreme are the browns and rainbows of the Gardner, Gallatin, and Yellowstone. In “Home River” he describes the Gardner River as a magic stretch of water that can mark an angler’s soul forever. Catching his first trout on a fly rod there, Schullery discovers hatches, currents, and a whole world the tour busses whizzing past never see. I immediately understood this perspective, if not as an angler, but as a Yellowstone visitor looking for more than bears and geysers. A whole world exists underneath the surface, whether that of the fish in the water, the birds in the trees, or the thriving bacteria mats next to flashy erupting geysers.  “So Long, Sucker,” acknowledges that not all fish are created equal. Suckers, for one. The name sucker comes from their tendency to live along the bottoms of rivers and lakes, vacuuming up plants and insects. If suckers were people, they would have weak chins, bug eyes, and wear Cheetos-stained sweatpants. Schullery notes they are often known as trashfish, forage fish, and amongst Vermont anglers, shitfish.

The Fishing Life is a fantastic book. It can sit with pride on any diehard anglers’ shelf next to Richard & Swisher’s Selective Trout. However, if you are interested in the broader aspects of the sport like myself, an evening spent with Selective Trout would find you not understanding much, or dying of boredom. The humor, honesty, and detail of this writing offers more than enough to keep fishermen of any breed well engaged. Bearing in mind this idea that not all anglers are alike, so it stands to reason most will find a good laugh or a moment of reflection. Schullery says,

Fishing-in my case fly fishing- is an opportunity to exercise our intellects and emotions in a realm of inexhaustible wonder. At any given moment we may think we’re in this for just one thing, say the challenge of a difficult fish or the companionships of a fishing trip. But I suspect that most of the time we’re in it for everything we can get, and we’re out there just to see what will develop.

I doubt I will ever wake up one fine July morning and say, “Let’s go float L to P and rip some lips. A dozen over 20” in the boat by noon!”  But meandering along small streams in Yellowstone’s backcountry, or fishing for brookies in the pothole lakes of the Beartooths are activities I’ve enjoyed since childhood. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to picking out colors for my new wine bar. Those of you who know Joe may have heard about our recent home remodel. He is busy installing my new Jacuzzi, and will hopefully make it to my custom cedar closet by tomorrow. Happy fall.

- Molly Moore

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Day off

Just recently, I’ve spent a little time on the river outside of guiding anglers.  After all, it’s still summer for a few more weeks and one must take advantage of the time off.  Yes it’s true, when not guiding anglers, tying flies or sorting through mail from the past six months, I enjoy fishing completely on my own.  I don’t even really want to talk anyone else, except for that pretty blond at the West Gate of YNP checking passes or the nice lady at the gas station who has sold me beer and fuel for what seems like for ever.

It was chilly outside this morning as it had cleared up after last night’s deluge of a rainstorm.  Sprinkles fell again late morning, then it cleared up with sunshine and fish spotting weather for a few hours only to pour cats and dogs this afternoon into the early evening.  Around ten o’clock I found a familiar run to sit by and watch for awhile.  Cars rolled by at forty-five miles per hour, hardly seeing what they were after, with only a few folks stopping to check out what Wonderland had to offer. While I keep telling myself that summer hasn’t left yet and that we have plenty of warm weather ahead, I realize that wearing waders and layering up felt darn good.  With my boots laced up, both rods in hand and rigged with wet flies, I made way way across the river and into the lodge pole pine forest.  The sun, supposedly behind me through a thick veil of clouds, was trying to poke out; it was hard to see them below the surface, lying on the bottom of the river, but they were there.  A window appeared and a fish darted around another and then about a half dozen slid forward together and back again.  One of em’ was big, much larger than the others and sitting a foot or so behind the rest.  These trout weren’t rising, but they were eating nymphs in about waist deep water.  Sunshine burned off the clouds, a few more rain drops hit the water, but it stayed clear enough to sight nymph.  Sight nymphing is a tough game, and something I don’t get a chance to do all that often – I need more practice with this technique for certain.  For the next hour or more I picked off a handful of nice fish with a #16 green price nymph, tungsten beaded.  A few caddis began to pop and that helped my chances as fish were eating the green Prince on the lift.

That big fish, sitting behind the others was a large brown trout, that I didn’t land…..I saw it jump though.




Rolling along

It’s been just over three weeks since the last fishing report.  Sorry folks, the river guide lifestyle has gotten in the way of keeping this weekly, sometimes bi-weekly, report from the pages of our web site for your viewing enjoyment.

Not to worry….it’s back!

Over the past six weeks we’ve been fishing on the Madison, Missouri and rivers in YNP.  The last report posted  here boasted of the incredible three days of salmon fly fishing that one of our clients was lucky enough to partake in.  Those memories are still popping up in my brain.

The flows on the upper Madison have bounced up once again over the past twenty four hours and rushing out of Hebgen Dam is 1090 CFS.  At Kirby she’s running along at 1180 CFS.  This is a great flow and should help the nocturnal stones get to the bank side boulders and hatch out in good numbers.  It might also help insulate the Madison River from the sunshine, but honestly, with 65-71 degree water flowing off the top of Hebgen, we are relying on clouds and cooler nights to help keep the river chilly.  Today, on the Madison, the river felt pretty cool till about 3 or so.  The river fished spotty with dry flies, but it was quite good at times from Lyons to Windy Point.   There were PMDs, Caddis and a few Yellow Sallies hatching that kept fish looking up.

Molly and I had the pleasure of fishing with Maggie Merriman today, a local legend of sorts who has fished these waters for nearly 60 years.  Maggie was a bit ahead of her time, developing clothing lines for women and teaching women specific classes on fly fishing and insects back in the late 70′s, 80′s, 90′s and early 2000′s.  Molly lived with Maggie a dozen years ago, prior to our meeting here in West Yellowstone and they became quite close.  Maggie pulled out a Sage 590 LL and fished it with pure ease from ramp to ramp.  She bucked the wind all afternoon and placed her single fly inches from the bank and smack dab in the middle of the slicks.  It was a joy to watch her fish…….Thanks Maggie!




Big Bugs

I won’t see a day this good on dry flies for a while….it ranks right up there as one the best days ever on the Madison when the big bugs are out.   Yesterday and the day before showed moments of greatness, but the river gave us a show today.  We got on later than yesterday as the morning temps were super chilly once again,  30 degrees when I stepped out of the house.   That’s pretty darn cold for July 1st.   Water temps the past couple days in the morning have been very cold as well, temping out at 46 degrees as I launched the boat off the trailer.  This morning was a little warmer, but with no clouds to speak of and the sun shinning down, the river warmed up quickly and fish begin to look up for the big fly.   There was a light north wind all day that kept the bugs flying and moving upstream.  Egg layers were out and sitting over the river…….Big Bugs were on the water.

Angling like this is not an everyday affair here on the Madison River, but every once in a while, shit falls into place just right and we have a banner day with large trout eating dry flies in all the fishy water.  The Madison rewards skill and on days like this, the better one is as an angler, the better the fishing can be.  Tomo could stick the fly inches from the bank and drift it for twenty feet.  He could drift the fly in the middle of the river for what seemed like eternity.  When the fish ate, he let it, then set hard, stripped line like a pro and calmly played the fish rarely losing his cool.  He believed in what he was doing and with three days on the water, he got in the groove – when the fish cooperated, Tomo didn’t miss a beat.  I absolutely love watching someone fish with skill.




Madison River Report 06.13.2014

At some point in the last seven days, the Madison went from greenish brown and high to damn near clear and lower than expected for June 13th.   Some of this is due to no rain and cooler nights and some of this is due to PPL missing the mark and dropping the flows in order to fill Hebgen.  Sound familar?  Yea…..sadly, we thought so too.  We are sitting at the top of the water chain, so to speak, Hebgen should be much easier to manage.  After all, they are supposed to be managing water.  Dropping the flows during run off, to fill the lake, means that someone wasn’t paying attention to the weather and the snowpack over the past month ro so.  However, PPL did some very positive things this past winter:  they ran the flows lower all winter therefore keeping the lake elevation higher to start the spring.  They also are getting closer to actually finishing the repairs on the dam. Hopefully, in a year’s time, we will have a fully functioning dam once again….seven and half years from the time construction started.

Can you imagine if they would’ve run the lake down all the way down to their normal winter mark?  Let’s not think about that….

Instead lets think about summer, trout fishing and the World Cup.  Folks, it’s here.  After a long winter the river is awake and is on the fringe of popping.  Nymph fishing and the streamer bite has been good to great and fish are just beginning to look up towards the surface.  Yesterday we floated the Madison for a little R & D to show BRF shop rat and Qtown native, Luke Mayfield, what’s in store for his first summer living in West Yellowstone.  Luke’s been here for a month, but hadn’t fished or driven below $3 Bridge on the Madison.  When we drove down and around Pine Butte, he was like, “wow, check out those gravel bars and islands.”

Ya man, there is a ton of fishy water on this river……

Today was the start of the greatest soccer tournament in the world and I couldn’t be more excited!  For the next month, it will be hard to leave the house and go fishing, that’s for sure.  The rules are simple, if you end up in the boat with me, ask me if I’ve see the outcome of a game before you tell me the outcome of a game. I realize that not everyone cares about this game, but I do and I love watching about as much as I love fishing.  My playing days are long gone, but just the other night we got into a fine game of Asses Up…..it was too fun.

Stay tuned, the summer is just beginning.




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