grasses mountains

Spending a rainy day in a drift boat on the Madison River in Montana, casting stone fly patterns is pure joy. The fly is so large, big fish want to eat them… if your drift is good. A rainbow or brown trout can spot a fake in a second. But when they do hit be ready for a fight. The Madison Valley along this stretch of water is quite beautiful. With storm clouds rolling in and out, pockets of light appear for split seconds and then disappear. You have to be as ready as the fisherman to tug the line, or snap the shutter when there is an opportunity. This rainfall was only a mile away or so at the time. The sun had lit the grass plain in the foreground just as it was starting to come our direction. Less than a minute later I was in the car with the windshield wipers on high driving back to camp. Landed another one.