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Catching On – Fly Fishing in Montana

Rick Stockbridge, Fly Fishing, Georgetown Lake

Brother-in-law Rick Stockbridge fly fishing on Georgetown Lake. He had to borrow warmer rain gear from Ron due to the unusually cool weather we had in late August.

My brother-in-law, Rick, from Texas came to visit last week. Sister Marsha couldn’t make it because she’s not yet strong enough after major back surgery to correct scoliosis. She vows to come in December to go snowmobiling in Yellowstone.

We put Rick up in the Guest House – that’s our slide-in camper parked in the driveway. It offered privacy, a comfortable bed, shower, radio and microwave.

Then we took him fishing.

Sunday was supposed to be iffy weather, so we opted to take the little motor boat on Georgetown Lake. Although clouds obscured the surrounding mountain ranges and vast Montana skies, as we caught rainbow and brook trout (and one silver salmon), we could see Montana’s nature encapsulated in the spunky fight, vibrant colors and psychedelic patterns of these vivacious piscatorial gems.

Rick Stockbridge, Georgetown Lake, Rainbow Trout

After a little instruction and a lot of casts, Rick was able to land several nice Georgetown Lake rainbow trout.

Rick Stockbridge, Georgetown Lake, Rainbow Trout

Here’s Rick reeling in his last catch of the day at Georgetown Lake. Seconds later, Ron’s rod was bending too, and they simultaneously landed a couple of nice rainbow trout.

Ron gave Rick some basic instruction on fly casting (we were throwing shades of brown jigs, then retrieving), and near the end of the day the two of them landed double rainbows!

We saw a merganser duck with a fish in his mouth be flocked by seagulls before he swallowed it whole. We also broke the tip off a Sage rod and almost capsized the boat when we all went for the save. Oh, and we got the stink off our new Fishpond light-weight composite net.

Georgetown Lake, Rainbow Trout

Getting the stink off our new Fishpond net.

On Tuesday, we gave Rick a ride down the Big Hole River in the Saturn raft – a glorious late-August blue-sky day with temps in the 70s. We stopped in the fly shop to get a shuttle and bought a few of their new dry flies they said should work great on this particular day. They did not. I don’t think we got one fish on top all day. Ron’s clown worm and the bead head pheasant tail nymph were the winner winner chicken dinners of the day.

Rick Stockbridge, Big Hole River, Fly Fishing

T-shirt weather on the Big Hole River.

Fishing nymphs, we landed lots of native white fish. But Rick didn’t care – he was fly fishing. In Montana. On the Big Hole River. And the weather was fall t-shirt weather while it was 100 degrees back home in Texas. Plus, he had the company and instruction of both Ron and I!

We made the four-mile float from Jerry Creek to George Grant in about six hours. We stopped often to fish good holes. Ate sandwiches and Cheetos. Admired our surroundings. Rick’s casting continued to improve. As Ron rowed, Rick stood and cast off the platform in front of the raft, as I fished languidly in the back. Surprisingly, as we cast from side to side, our lines tangled just once. Rick’s stability in the front of the boat was also impressive. I only saw him bobble one time as Ron pulled back a bit aggressively on the oars. We fished each hole diligently and often went back up river to, of course, fish the other side.

Brown Trout, Big Hole River

Ron landed this beautiful brown trout on one of our newly-tied clown worms.

Throughout the day we landed browns, rainbows, lots of white fish, and even one arctic grayling. We saw a number of raptors soaring overhead. A large flock of black birds made a ruckus in one small tree, then rose and fluttered off as we floated past.

The river flowed cool and easy, with riffles and rapids around each bend. There was barely a breeze. The sky was sunshine bright blue. Puffy white clouds, high rocky crags, and riverside trees offered just enough shade.

By journey’s end, Rick had caught his share of fish, and lost twice as many. For him, it seemed casting was easier than catching. Ron complimented him, saying, “Rick, you’ve developed a natural pause on your back cast.” Rick only nodded and talked about coming back to fish next spring. I think he’s catching on.

Big Hole River, Fly Fishing

Ron, doing his own thing – hoping for a bite on the Big Hole River.

Making Memories with Family
August 23-27, 2014

Tuesday Trout, Georgetown Lake Brook Trout

“For centuries philosophers and theologians have attempted to prove the existence of a divine being. Fly fishermen need no further proof than the brook trout, a fish whose beauty can only be explained by involving a Higher Power.”

 – Tom David, The Little Book of Fly Fishing, 1997

Brook Trout, Georgetown Lake

A beautifully-colored brook trout caught and released on Georgetown Lake the last day of May 2014.

See related post, “Fishing in the Rain on Georgetown Lake.”

Fishing in the Rain on Georgetown Lake

I felt like a kid playing in the rain when we fished Georgetown Lake on the last day of May. We put on our water-proof gear, launched the raft, and anchored several hundred yards off shore.

Double Rainbow, Georgetown Lake

Double Rainbow on Georgetown Lake.

In the pelting rain, Ron and I kicked back in our seats and commenced to fish. Within minutes, we had a double! Two pretty little rainbow trout with salmon-colored pectoral and pelvic fins. We were catching fish consistently when the wind picked up and dark clouds and thunder rolled in the distance.

We decided to vacate the water for a short time to allow the storm to pass. We rowed back to shore and walked across the highway to Emily’s Spring where hundreds of rainbows were spawning. They put on quite a show, whipping their bodies around and slapping their tails. Dorsal fins splashed through the shallow water’s surface, while heavy raindrops added to the commotion.

As the rain turned to drizzle, we again launched, rowed, and anchored. Ron and I both caught some healthy football-shaped brook trout and a couple varieties of rainbow trout. A few years ago, Ron devised a jig pattern that these fish were devouring!

Brook Trout, Georgetown Lake

We dropped a jig pattern from a long leader below an indicator, then allowed the action from the wind and waves to entice a strike.

We fished until the next wave of wind and lightening approached. I think in the few hours we were on the water we landed over 20 fish. What a way to spend a rainy day!

Stormy day, Georgetown Lake

Stormy day on Georgetown Lake.