How High Will It Go? – A Contest
05.17.12

Well, it appears that runoff is here for real on the Yellowstone River. So we thought we’d have a little contest. Guess how high the Yellowstone will peak this year (in cfs, as reported by the gauge at Carter’s Bridge). Winner gets a dozen crappy Salmonflies, which you might actually get a chance to fish on the Yellowstone this year. We’re playing by “Price is Right” rules here; closest guess wins, but if you guess too high, you’re a loser. To be eligible, your guess must be in by May 26th.



Chasing Mahseer in India
05.15.12

I’m not a big “bucket list” guy, but last month I had the pleasure of catching a fish that was on my short list of must-catch freshwater fish.  The Mahseer, found throughout Southeast Asia, Malaysia, Indonesia the Indian Peninsula and into Pakistan, is one of the most interesting fish I have ever pursued.  Technically, the Mahseer is a carp and it may seem crazy to go half way around the world to chase a carp, but I found it the most fascinating fishing trip of my life.

Before we were able to wet a line in India, we spent four days touring this amazing country.  With 1.2 billion people occupying India, it was a site to behold.  Watching the way that people interact in the densely populated cities was mind blowing, but equaled by the incredible food and the historical architecture.  I have never been so impressed with a man made monument as I was with the Taj Mahal.

The fishing surpassed my expectations.  We were lucky enough to fish in two very different settings.  The first was the Ramganga River located in the Jim Corbett Tiger Preserve.   It was a smaller river with fair gradient but did have some slow pools where we were able to sight fish the cruising Mahseer.  Although the fishing was tough, the solitude, wildlife and incredible scenery made it a wonderful place to fish.  The second fishery was the Saryu River which boarders neighboring Nepal.  We floated this river and fished it for six days.  The Saryu did not offer the sight fishing that the Jim Corbett Tiger Preserve did but it was a far more productive fishery.  Since the Saryu is not in a Preserve it meanders through villages, terraced fields, Temples, and Ghats.

Getting the Mahseer profile shot we wanted was not easy.  I was dealing with a new camera and not a lot of fish.  In addition, the biggest fish of the trip was caught when I was a few miles upriver.  However, we have some great pictures to share and we hope you enjoy them.

By the way special thanks to Tim Phillips, Greg Strimple, Misty Dillon, and the Himalayan Outback; they are great travel companions, anglers and buddies.



Guide School Chronicles – Part 2
05.08.12

Gotta love Montana Spring fishing! The weather can sometimes make you doubt your sanity. But the fishing doesn’t always suffer as much as your hands and feet do.

Braving the Elements

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Payoff

 

 

 

 



Film Star
04.26.12

Uber-guide Brant Oswald recently found himself behind the lens as the subject of one of the films entered into the Simms Ice Out Shoot Out. Check out his 5 and a half minutes of stardom. Few can say that they’ve been smacked in the face by the hookset of one of the sport’s masters.



Floating is Fun!
04.24.12



Caption Contest
04.19.12

What kind of horrendous accident befell Charlie on his recent trip to India? Chances are, your guess isn’t any stranger than the truth.

Best caption wins 12 crappy flies.



Guide School Chronicles – Part 1
04.12.12

I spent last week hanging out with 11 other guide wannabes at Sweetwater Travel’s guide school. It was an enlightening, and sometimes humbling, experience. The school was held down on the lower Yellowstone River, near Big Timber. It was a blast to hang out with a group of fellow fly fishing crazies; their passion and enthusiasm for fishing was inspiring. So was their passion and enthusiasm for drinking beer. Those youngsters, and even the one student who was older than myself, made me wish I held stock in the major beer manufacturers. To my fellow students, I apologize for being a bit of a curmudgeon. Us old guys get a little cranky when we’re woken from our sweet dreams.

I had a few flashbacks to my summer camp days. Awkward conversations with your roomie. Uncertain relations with the camp counselors (instructors). The exchanges of contact information and promises to keep in touch. The pang of loss when it’s all over. We didn’t make any God’s Eyes, nor did we go horseback riding, but a snowman was constructed.

More to come, and hopefully some pictures…

 


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