Somehow, it’s already been over a week since my last trip to the river, and amid a move, a trip to Oregon, and time with the mini me’s, I am only now finally making an update. My fishing time was brief, but good. During the ordeal of moving (luckily I had some good folks to help me with the heavy stuff), I managed to sneak in a couple of hours on the Clark Fork, right in the middle of town. Luckily for me, urban fishing in Missoula is better than most fly-fishing period, which is nice for those days where you only have an hour or two to spare. Also lucky for me, it appears I made it only a couple of days before what looks to be a pretty epic Clark Fork spring run-off this year. The fishing was fast and furious, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how awesome it felt to get out for even just a little while, and forgot all about being annoyed that I didn’t have more time. I decided that it’s because the busier we are, the more amazing that even the smallest moments of relief become. This year, more than ever, I have come to understand the importance of making every minute count, and it has made a difference in my life. I left the river rejuvenated, and resigned to finish out my busy weekend with a good attitude.

The rainbows are starting to get aggressive as we are nearing spawning season, and I managed to land a few lunkers, including this bruiser, who measured out at just over 20 inches.

Clark Fork 3-11-17

I imagine it will be a little challenging this week to find fishable water, but as always, the fish are still eating, if you can get your fly to them somehow.