Fellow E-12ers:
Today is “D-Day (as in THE Day) minus 60” for all of the Wonderful Ones who will grace their presence here in Missoula, Montana, in two months on June 16th—yes, gang, we are that close!!! In fact, your Hostess With The Mostess, Kookin’ Kathy, is headed back to Headquarters right now on her last E-12 prep run into town, with our next appearance here on the scene being in 45 days, right after Memorial Day, at which point in time final preparations will be truly in their final stages!! Let’s see, wine, liquor & beer; sides of beef; (multiple) pigs; signs; and bling, bling, & more E-12 bling…yep, the list is a long one but now a nearly completed one!
And, yes, Mabel, there ARE fish in “them thar rivers”, as shown in the attached pics featuring a father-daughter fishing day on the Bitterroot two days ago. Shown is “Boots” Trina holding first a healthy brown, next her father and finally a Westslope Cutthroat—one of Montana’s native and state fish, btw. Also shown in the last picture is our Double Up Outfitter John “The Great But Propaneless” Gould “shooting the gap” (sans passengers) at the diversion dam mid-way down the Bitterroot (you veterans know where that is!)—demonstrating that waters are already flowing at a brisk pace, pre-runoff.
Skwala fishing was tough over the weekend, as the mid-week high temperatures caused a major boost in water flows (and a major decline in water visibility) demonstrating first hand why we fish beginning the third week of June (prime-time here in Montana), as, then, we have better predictability on both the volume and clarity of our fishing ground waters, as well as increasing post snow runoff water temperatures that spur a constant stream of “hatches” among the rivers’ teeming bug life. Witness by contrast what Kathy and I experienced while on the water Friday: rising waters, increased discoloration and a massive injection of cold(er) water from the dam above the Westfork of the Bitterroot all of which took the fish population by storm (literally), sending the otherwise teeming multitude to the bottom in a major pouting and fasting mood. Typical of fishing, Propaneless emailed me just a bit ago saying, “You should have been on the water yesterday [Sun], as the dry fly action was amazing.” Better odds, gang, is to stick with the Extravaganza fishing dates where the risk of deviant rivers is lower and the reward of responding pescadors is higher.
But, then again, look back one week to the great shots of Brian “Moraine” Shepard and his “wingman” son “Tsar Nicholas” and their bevy of twenty plus inch beauties!
And, then again, it is called “fishing” not “catching”; but, then, re-again, Kathy and I had a spectacular day on the water watching Propaneless sweat bullets as he bounty hunted for just one finned beauty!!
Best to all from the glorious scene of it all nearing the final preparation stage of the immensity of it all,
Rock Creek Ron
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