"It's a Small World"
In and around the famous trout towns of the West small streams are all but irrelevant. Whispers in a local fly shop. Namesakes for treacherous alpine passes. Little blue veins on a map that carry life to the bigger, more famous rivers; the ones you book expensive flights and expensive guides and expensive hotels to fish. Let's be honest, nobody flies half-way across the country to flick a 6' two-weight about in pursuit of a few over-zealous natives. We go West because everything is bigger (and ergo de facto, better). Bigger rivers, bigger boats, bigger flies, bigger fish. Every now and then a visiting angler will spend an afternoon "exploring" one of those road-side blue lines, but hordes of them come and go without ever stepping foot into any of the countless miniature waterways that surround them.