|Bighole Put In|
|Starting the Trip Out Right|
|Mike Searching For The Magic Bug|
|Salmonfly Eating Brown|
We both had read about and heard from others that Poindexter was a great little spring creek right in the town of Dillon. Figuring we had a few more hours of daylight we geared up and walked into this beautiful little gem. We didn't see many risers, but the one's we encountered we either hooked and landed or hooked and broke off as these browns were very feisty specimens. As the light waned the bugs became Nil, and we decided to make our journey to our first nights stay at the Slide Inn in Cameron, home of the ever famous Kelly Galloup, the guru of modern day streamer fishing.
Five AM came much too early and we set off back towards Dillon. I managed to get my first glimpse of the Madison and it appeared to be everything I had imagined, even under less than desirable conditions. The trek to the Beaverhead seemed to go on forever, but the drive through the pass out of Ennis made it all the more enjoyable.
When we arrived stream side at the Beaverhead, we were like the 6th in line at the put in. Looking at each other like what the hell have we gotten ourselves into, we wondered how well we would fare playing second, third and even 50th fiddle to all the runs. Well, to say it didn't really matter would be an understatement. We managed to hook fish all day and in just about all types of water. At the end of the first day on the "Head", I can't really tell you how many fish were caught as it seemed our rods were bent continually for the better part of the day.
|Pretty Spring Creek|
Most of the fish we caught were between 14-17 inches with a few stretching the tape to 20 or so. What I will say is these were some of the hardest fighting browns and bows pound for pound anywhere that I have been, as we lost equally as many as we landed, and a mere 12 inch brown fought like an 18 inch fish back home.
Our first float was in the middle upper section and we managed to take fish primarily on small to micro nymphs with consistency all day long, with some pretty good streamer action at days end. At the end of the day we headed to the Lions Den for beers and Prime Rib. Ending the first full day with a bang.
Until we managed to create some space and get into a very good section of about knee deep riffled water did we begin to connect consistently. After hooking and breaking off a mere 25-26 inch monster rainbow, I managed to land a nice 19 inch shouldered bow, and Mike one slightly larger. A few browns later for Mike and I hook into a real stocky brown that peaked his head out of water upon the hook set and then proceeded to run downstream with all my fly line. After losing several fish the day prior, I gave chase and a gracious guide lent me his net and bagged the beauty for me. Feeling the pressure to be off, Mike and I picked off a few more large fish before the bottom fell right out from under us and the day was a virtual stalemate. We broke early and headed back to town for a second round at the Lion's Den, and planned out our game plan for day 3. Although the numbers weren't big the fish we managed were, so all was not lost.
As we meandered on down the river I took in the scenery for one last time, and wished I had more time to spend in God's Country. I know for certain I will be back and maybe for good someday as Montana just has some sort of magnetic pull on your soul, something words just can't explain.
We got off the water around 6:30 PM or so and I had made arrangements with one of my wife Megan's cousins to meet up at Montana Ale Works in Bozemon for a couple of beers and dinner as I had to fly out the next morning. We took the long and scenic way there and I got to see the lower Madison below Ennis Lake and I was completely blown away at the landscape. Spectacular doesn't even remotely come close to describing the views, you have to be there to understand it.
|Porky Pig Sighting|
|My Best of The Trip|
|Many Of These|
|Mikes Best Of The Trip|
|The Rig That Made Many Trout's Mouths Sore|
|Ending A Trip Right|