The last couple days of guiding illustrate why I got into the industry. Wade Poff decided he wanted to do something special for his son, Ryan's, graduation. Knowing how much Ryan loved to fly fish, Wade contacted me inquiring about a trip. Wade had never fly fished before but he wanted to do something his son would really remember and really wanted to do. In our initial conversation, Wade asked if his son could maybe fly fish and he would spin fish. We never busted those spinning rods out. In fact, I never even brought them.
Under careful tutelage from his son and me, Wade landed probably one of the biggest browns I had ever seen on this particular stretch of this little river. That's one of the things I really enjoyed about this particular trip and these guys. Yes, they could have stayed on the Missouri and boated dozens of fish for the two days but they wanted to see what fly fishing in Montana was all about so on day two, we left the boat behind, rented waders and targeted cutties on dries.
Two days of fishing and both father and son were able to catch just about every species with the exception of a bull or a brookie. Although, when that brown ate Wade's fly, we thought we stumbled onto a bull trout.
Keep 'em where they live...
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