'Flow into One'
The clouds towered overhead. They are the great sentinels over the Montana landscape; keeping watch where the golden hills meet the horizon. Stories have been told and songs have been sung about this place. It has a primal draw to those who seek the road less traveled. A herd of bison pick their way through the tree line on the far side of the river. I come here every year. The vast waterways of the Clarks Fork system call me back to seek its apex hunters. Legendary brown trout hunt these waters. Using a sinktip line and a clouser, I attempt to move one of these massive fish. Clear as glass, the water still hides secrets. The mottled pattern and golden brown body of my target melts into the surrounding aquascape. Such beauty is easily hidden in such beauty. “All things flow into one, and a river runs through it.” -Norman Maclean
The clouds towered overhead. They are the great sentinels over the Montana landscape; keeping watch where the golden hills meet the horizon. Stories have been told and songs have been sung about this place. It has a primal draw to those who seek the road less traveled. A herd of bison pick their way through the tree line on the far side of the river. I come here every year. The vast waterways of the Clarks Fork system call me back to seek its apex hunters. Legendary brown trout hunt these waters. Using a sinktip line and a clouser, I attempt to move one of these massive fish. Clear as glass, the water still hides secrets. The mottled pattern and golden brown body of my target melts into the surrounding aquascape. Such beauty is easily hidden in such beauty. “All things flow into one, and a river runs through it.” -Norman Maclean
The clouds towered overhead. They are the great sentinels over the Montana landscape; keeping watch where the golden hills meet the horizon. Stories have been told and songs have been sung about this place. It has a primal draw to those who seek the road less traveled. A herd of bison pick their way through the tree line on the far side of the river. I come here every year. The vast waterways of the Clarks Fork system call me back to seek its apex hunters. Legendary brown trout hunt these waters. Using a sinktip line and a clouser, I attempt to move one of these massive fish. Clear as glass, the water still hides secrets. The mottled pattern and golden brown body of my target melts into the surrounding aquascape. Such beauty is easily hidden in such beauty. “All things flow into one, and a river runs through it.” -Norman Maclean