On Saturday My Dad and three friends made their way to Southwest Montana for a weekend of fly fishing on the Big Hole River. Needless to say, the "Guide's Curse" kicked in again and the temps jumped up into the 80's and the Big Hole River blew-out and was running pure mud. This forced us to come up with an alternate plan.
We agonized and agonized aver what we would do with the Big Hole looking more like Nestle's Quick than a Blue Ribbon trout stream. We made a million phone calls to guides all over the state to try an find any fishable water, but as we all expected, the warm weather had destroyed every river within a 200 mile radius. So on the first evening we decided to try our luck at our private pond and wait to hear reports from the Beaverhead. We drove down to the pond and enjoyed a gorgeous evening catching big rainbows on dry flies.
After catching a few nice trout, we went back to my house, tapped the keg, grilled a few burgers, built a campfire, and settled in for a long night of drinking, reminiscing, and catching up.
As we sat around the fire consuming beer after beer, the next day's plan began to solidify. We'd wake up at a leisurely pace, head down to The Old Hotel for breakfast and then head down to the Beaverhead for an afternoon float.
Breakfast was phenomenal, and with a full belly made the 28 mile drive down to the Beaverhead.
The Beaverhead is a tail-water, which means that the water comes out of a reservoir, making the water pumped into the river both cold and clean. This is why the Beaverhead was fishing when the rest of the rivers in the area were completely blown-out. Having said that, as soon as the first tributary came into the Beav (about 2 miles below the dam), it too was blown-out. We did pretty well, catching a 22 inch rainbow, a 19 inch rainbow, an 18 inch brown and several fish between 15 and 17 inches. But since every angler in SW Montana that wanted to fish this weekend was forced to fish this 2 mile section of the Beaverhead, we decided that a little sight seeing was going to be more enjoyable than fighting the crowds on the Beav. So on Monday we made a trek to Yellowstone National Park.
The first stop in the park was Fountain Paint Pot. Amazing bubbling mud, small spurting geysers, and the strong smell of sulfur.
As I rounded the boardwalk near the red spouter, I saw my first Bison of the visit. The best part of Yellowstone for me is to see so many amazing animals in such a unique geologic area. Truly amazing.
The next stop on the whirlwind tour of the park was the Celestine Pool. This was a beautiful collection of pools and geysers adjacent to the Fire Hole River.
Here again we ran into a few Bison. This time they were grazing along the banks of the Fire Hole River. The Fire Hole River is the one of the Headwaters of the Missouri River. The Fire Hole meets the Gibbon River and creates the Madison River. The Madison River comes together with the Jefferson River (which is created at the confluence of the Big Hole, Beaverhead and Ruby Rivers) and the Gallatin River to create the Missouri. Its pretty amazing to be standing at the start of the country's second largest river.
Our third stop of the day was Old Faithful. If you have never been to the park, this is an obligatory stop, but once you have seen the anti-climatic burst of steam, water, and gas you sill agree that it was worth seeing, but that you probably don't need to return to see it again. With so many amazing natural feature to see in Yellowstone, it kinda makes me wonder why this one became the most famous.
After watching Old Faithful do its thing, we headed up to the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone River to look at the canyon and see the swollen river raging over both the upper and lower falls.
The final stop in the park was Mammoth Hot Springs. We were again blown away by the unique beauty of the unusual geologic feature.
As we were exiting the park, we were given one final view that you will only get to see in Spring. A newly born Bison Calf.
As we left Yellowstone and started our drive back to Twin Bridges we were treated to a beautiful sunset as we went north up the Paradise Valley.
Even though we didn't get to fish the Big Hole, we still had a fantastic time catching up and playing tourist in Southwest Montana.