Trout Camp 2019
“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.”
Bitter and sweet collide at the zipper pull divide. A fresh July morning wet with dew, ripens with a wing-ed tune, here where campfire coffee wakes you with a kiss of smoky brew.
Dry flies beckon trout to rise; hook, set, strip to find this Westslope cutthroat isn’t coming in without a fight. With shaky hands I hold all that is ferocity and grace, bound by fin and scale from nose to tail. The pines and peaks lean in for a closer view while friends scramble over rocks of turquoise and red to see it too. With my breathless laugh and his indignant splash, he takes his leave diving deep into a mountain stream and my eyes strain for one last glimpse of my Montana summer dream.
