Fishing Trips – Fins and Feathers Bozeman
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Fishing Trips

One of the things that I appreciate about working at Fins and Feathers is that people don’t roll their eyes when I ask for time off to go fishing. In fact, once the words “fishing trip” are uttered, everyone is full of questions or helpful tips. So when I brought up the fact that I needed a weekend off to go fish with my family and a longtime friend, everyone was supportive, but also curious about how the fishing would be where I was heading.

You see, as much as I love Montana’s waters, I’m a bit spoiled.

Okay, I’m really spoiled.

While there is little better than seeing people get out and appreciate all of the beauty that Montana has to offer, I live here largely for the solitude. During the fall, winter, and spring, I grow use to not seeing anybody else out fishing in my usual haunts. Of course, with everyone seeking out the same quietude and joy during their summer trips, that changes. So I chose to meet my parents for a fishing weekend in a place that tends to not get mentioned in the fly fishing world. I left town with every expectation of not seeing a single rise, or even a shadow of a fish (any fish, it doesn’t even have to be a trout) dart from the side of the creeks as I fished.

But I was wrong. I was so, so wrong.

The water was crystal clear and cold…not just cool and slightly uncomfortable. At one point, I had been wet wading in the creek for about 30 minutes and, when I started hiking back to the car to get a snack, I realized that I couldn’t feel my feet from the ankle down. And the fish weren’t the dumb trout that I expected. These fish were smart and spooky. I spent a good hour working a small section of creek and went through about a dozen different fly patterns before the fish started to even nose the fly floating over them.

Honestly, this trip reminded and renewed my zeal for fishing. I forgot how much fun it is to find new water to fish, to sit and watch the fish rise and try to figure out what they’re rising for, to make what you think is the perfect cast with the perfect bug and to have it denied, and to, hopefully, land that beautiful fish that you’ve been trying to fool for the past 30 minutes.

I’ll be back to this spot, and probably sooner rather than later. I can already tell that it will become one of those fishing holes that I’ll hold close and tell only my dearest friends and loved ones about (and usually only after sworn to secrecy). Finding this place also reminded me that the waters around here are like to that a lot of people. They’re a destination and a journey at the same moments and a prized place of peace. I’m so happy to work somewhere that encourages people to go out and find that excitement and inner calm in the waters and with Montana’s trout. I’m also thankful that Fins and Feathers is a place that encourages its employees to go and find all of those special fishing holes that keep the fire in each of us.