“The road goes on forever and the party never ends.”
Robert Earl Kean
If there is a place where the road goes on forever, it’s probably in Wyoming and that’s where I was headed.
Had my best friend riding shotgun, the tank was full of gas, we were headed out for Dubois and going to get there fast.
Word was the fish were hungry and we had flies to feed ‘em. There were rods and boots and waders, more than we’d be needing.
You have be prepared when your party’s on the move.
We were camping in a log house, fishing every stream and every groove.
Cutties came in bunches, most were fat not lean. There were also lots of Whitefish and one impressive Brown that made me feel humble for the joy that I had found.
They came to hand like the colors come to Fall. The days flew by so quickly, we couldn’t catch them all.
We turned around and headed south with thanks and satisfaction for roads that go forever and where fishing never ends.
(all fish were released happy and healthy!)