After enduring a few months of Wyoming winter, one can’t
help but feel the need to get out of town; if only for a change of
scenery and chance to fish some different water (that is NOT
lined with several feet of snow). So, after dropping Jamie off at
the airport to catch a flight to Vegas, Sage and I continued on
with a car full of supplies and fishing gear. My friend Matt was
nice enough to blow off some work and join us for a few days of
fishing and relaxation. Fishing was good, company was great and
I feel recharged since returning home. Enjoy a few highlights
from the past week…. thanks to Matt (and a few trout) for
demonstrating how things are done!

No snow and not much in the way of fishing (or skiing).
That’s how it’s been around here lately. And while it hasn’t
been dreadful, a little new snow would certainly boost morale,
both for folks around town and the trout that depend on a
robust snowpack for survival. Not time to worry yet though,
we still have a lot of winter left.

I’m been keeping myself busy around here tinkering with
various art projects and playing some music, both on the guitar
and a newly acquired ukulele. Speaking of music, I saw a great
band last night- Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit at a local
watering hole. The music itself was fantastic; alt country fueled
by whiskey and struggle. Unfortunately the venue was less
than adequate for such a great band. Somewhere along the
way, live music has taken a back seat to superficial chit chat
and constant cellphone checks. I watched the show intently, as
did a quarter of the other folks in the bar, but it was clear that
$20 ticket or not, most folks were there to socialize and show
off their first ever attempt at facial hair. (Yes, I realize I
sound like a curmudgeon) Regardless, it was great to see some
rock n’ roll in a mountain town that’s become increasingly more
interested in techno music and energy-drink fueled dance
parties. If you like rock n’ roll and alternative country music,
do yourself a favor and checkout Jason Isbell.

Couldn’t resist the vinyl…..came with a free digital album
download as well.

There are those that seek trout in fair weather, opting for
shorts, shirtsleeves and sandals. Then there is another breed
of angler. One who foregoes the ski lifts, preferring to tramp
through ice- crusted river bottom, donning Gore-Tex and a stiff
6 weight; risking hypothermia, wind-burned cheeks and
clumps of snow on their felt boots that resemble high heals.
These anglers are a hardy bunch; more concerned with getting
out, rather than how many fish they catch. Catch fish they do
though. Mainly on nymphs, however the occasional midge
hatch keeps things on the surface interesting.

I can’t claim that winter fishing around here in western
Wyoming is great; a fish here and there (whitefish or
cutthroat) will do, but casting a fly rod all while watching a
moose feed on willow buds across the river channel sure beats
sitting inside. These winter days, fish or no fish, leave the
astute winter angler wondering why no one else is out.

Here’s a shot of Sage supervising the winter fly fishing
along the Snake. Not bad for being 13.