I just finished up a fly fishing trip tucked away in the mountains of Montana with my boyfriend, Ryan. I have grown to really love fly fishing and treasure my hours spent on the Madison and Gallatin getting to know their wild.
Standing in the river, submerged in the fast cascades and the slower falls is where I find solace. I love how the sun radiates against the river stones lighting up so much more below than above.
The fish are wild and they move in ways that make the entire act of fly fishing seem like an impossible feat. Still we had our day in the sun - catch and release and breathing in the western summer air. Brook Trout, Brown Trout, Whitefish... their scales a sweet assortment of pearlescent natural earth colors.
I don't have getaways like this often and I'm grateful that every now and then I have some time to put away my work and remember why I moved West.
If fly fishing is on your bucket list as it was on mine for years, I highly recommend you get out there even if it's just to soak in the peace the river has to offer.
