|.............................Fly Fishing Yellowstone National Park
I am calling this series Yellowstone Journals and Additional Information. It is a collection of a
rambling mixture of experiences on the streams with some notes, tips and additional
information thrown in. Some of this comes from my video tape logs (record of video shot)
and notes made on my daily note books.
Fly Fishing the Gallatin River - Part 2
Strange things happen when you start getting old and your eye sight starts to
decline. One July morning Angie and I left West Yellowstone early as we always
do to get an early start. When you are fly fishing the Gallatin River, this is not a
bad idea. About the time the water warms up enough for good fishing during the
late morning, the stream can become crowded with anglers.
We always attract attention because of our tripod and camera setup. Other
anglers tend to think that the fishing must be great if someone is video tapping
the action. They don't know we video tape every thing we do. This particular
morning, we were in one of our favorite short sections of the stream which is in
full view of anyone stopping along the highway high above the stream. The
highway is about two or three-hundred yards from the stream at that point or
close enough that anyone can see if fish are being caught. If someone parks on
the east side of the highway you can see the vehicle. If they park on the West
side you cannot see the vehicle from stream level. I was fishing and the action
was about as fast as it could possibly be. I was catching one trout after another
on just about every cast. Mayflies and caddis were hatching and the trout were
responding eagerly. I noticed a person standing directly above us looking at
every move we made. I yelled at Angie who was running the camera to gripe
about it. I begin to bring the fish in with my back to the viewer hopping he could
not see me catching trout. I did everything I could to hide the fact I had a fish on.
This guy never moved. He just stood in one place and continued to watch me
fish. After a few minutes I got a little upset and begin to wonder just what the guy
was up to. I continued to yell at Angie and complain about it but she couldn't
hear me well above the noise of the stream. Finally I swapped to run camera
and let her fish. When I got out of the stream I told her about the guy and
pointed him out to her. He was a highway sign. No wonder he didn't move.
Copyright 2009 James Marsh