If I could only fish one river a year, it would be the Missouri in Montana. That doesn’t mean that the other waters into which we tossed a fly last month weren’t quality trout streams. They were. The Big Wood, Blackfoot, Clark Fork and Bitterroot each offered different challenges and rewards. Each was a delight to fish, and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute.
The Missouri, though, is something special. For a guy who grew up fishing Sonoma Valley’s tiny little creeks, this mighty river is both intimidating and beguiling. I imagined that every riffle, bend, rock and turn held monster trout, and many did. Trout exceeding 30 pounds have been taken from its waters.
Dottie and I have agreed. We will return.
And we both agree that the company of dear friends and fishing companions like Andy and Louise Massie, Chad Overway and Jeannie Montague and Tom and Katherine Culligan, was the best part. So they must return with us.
It was terrific fun fishing, but sharing the whole experience with people in whose company we took so much pleasure was special beyond comparison.