But it came with a bit of adventure...
We had checked the forecast yesterday and it was calling for 50 degrees in Bozeman, light winds. It has been warm all week so we decided to grab the drifter and head out for our first float of 2017.
Funny thing though, once we got east of the pass it got super cold. And continued to get colder the further east we drove.
Hmm, that was not in the forecast. But hey, it is supposed to warm up and we were itching to get on the water. So we continued on to the put in.
Got to the river and from the looks of it no one had been in this thing since last November. My buddy hiked down to see how deep the snow was.
I also scouted it and while it looked manageable, we decided we should head down river and check out the take-out before we dumped the boat in.
The take out was deep. Fuck.
We dicked around for a bit digging out the truck. I had found the only hole but the rest of the access was not that bad. We figured these fish had not seen a fly in probably three months so we decided to head back up river and give it a go.
Not what comes to mind this time of year when I think of fresh tracks.
Got on the river and it was cold. Guides were freezing up and did so all day as it never got above freezing. So annoying.
When it is this cold I don't even bother stripping streamers. Not only does your line constantly freeze but it is hard to get fish to move. So we started off drifting worms, midges, and rubberlegs under an indicator and while slow, we did pick up a couple.
About halfway through the float, I decided to drop a small streamer off the back of my wire worm. Things immediately picked up and it wasn't too long I landed our fish of the day.
Next came this beautiful cutthroat.
Followed by this brown that I'm assuming had this scar from spawn.
Then more browns.
This little guy was the ticket
It was pretty good trout fishing. All solid fish and felt good to put a bend in the rod.
But the last obstacle, which we knew was coming since we scouted the take out, was getting the boat out. There was about a 5' ice wall at the take out.
After breaking one rope, we managed to get the boat up and over. Total pain in the ass.
Funny thing, as we headed west back to Bozeman, it got warmer and warmer. Guess it was just some weird inversion. Oh well, cool to say we were first boat down this stretch in 2017.