Late Winter in Jackson Hole can make the mind wander and drift... as of lately, I have visions of lonely sections of rivers, void of anyone but bountiful with insects and eager trout sipping on the surface.
Size is not always the answer to glory but rather the elation and feel behind a well presented dryfly and the take of a summer trout, soaked in warmth and the pureness of a mountain stream.- SS
Ok... I am back from my outer body experience and ready to get skiing! A good dump last week laid down nearly 2' of nice pow but also brought out the skiers in high numbers. Business is very good lately at the shop but its tough to get out before the noonday sun hits the snow and destroys those precious flakes. Here is Weldon Jones ripping through some rapidly changing fluff.