Reflections on a Two Hour Fly Fishing Odyssey
(by Bryce Bare)
Because we only had two hours to burn on a section of a nondescript stream that runs through my uncles ranch, we had little choice but to reach for the biggest nastiest wooley bugger in the fly box. Tate and I had little time and even less interest in contemplating the nuanced entomology of the Maddison River Valley. As Tate and I have always said, "Big fish like big flies... and who cares about catching anything else...". So with that in mind we started hucking a big black wooley bugger into the gorgeous and delicate waters that flow through the ranch. Two hours later we landed a couple fish that would push, if not exceed, a 24" tape. Our success may have been more indebt to the management of the creek than the wooley bugger, but I strongly think it was the quality of the presentation... but that's me. Looking Over the Ranch (Ennis, MT)
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