Deliverance

After living in Alex's Jeep for approximately 24 straight hours, interrupted only by periodic sight-seeing at the various truck-stop jamborees endlessly dotting I-90, it was a bit surreal when we finally stepped out of the car at the foothills of The Bighorn Mountains. Before we could get too carried away taking in the scenery, we adhered to fishing trip protocol and made our first stop the fly shop.

Going to bed early would've been the smart thing to do, so naturally we partied past midnight. But nothing cures a hangover quite like mountain landscapes and trout on dry flies...

Our first day's destination was a remote canyon section of one of The Powder River's Forks, water that screamed "trout" and hosted a few to boot.

If Mars had trout streams, they'd probably look like this...

We also discovered the "next big thing" in Fly Fishing: Trout Safaris

Nothing quite like fishing to rising trout with tunes bumpin' and AC blasting. Keep an eye out for my truck in your favorite steelhead run this fall...

With day one all but in the books we headed back to The Ranch. The following day would be a rendezevous with old friends...