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| That's why the call it "Big Sky" country. |
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| Future Residence? |
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| Another crappy fishing spot, courtesy of the American West. |
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| Montana Clothes Line. |
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| Missoula |
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| Some place better. |
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Montana, Montana... Montana. I'm coming back.
Interesting People
Noah:
Noah was a guy I met in Yellowstone. He was fly-fishing in the rain and didn't really know what he was doing, so I traded some tips with him. I told him how to roll-cast, so he could fish under a bridge, out of the weather, and he told me about where some semi-secret hot springs were in Yellowstone, so I could stop smelling like a road-trip. He lives out of his van; an old Volkswagen bus. He said he was from Southern California and that he kind of "bounced around" and that he was working for the Sierra Club on an anti-coal mining operation near Yellowstone. He said he like having the extra alone time to write music and read. Interesting guy. Very chill. Very SoCal.
Dick:
Dick is about 50. He called himself "Old Bones" on account of his need for serious padding when camping in a tent. We were both at the same campground outside of Yellowstone. He proudly showed me how he had individual plastic containers for each of the camping necessities. One bin for food, one for tent and blankets, etc. I think he was a drifter operating under the guise of an outdoorsman/camper. Decent guy, but a little nervous. (side note: there was a couple from England honey mooning there, they wanted to see the great American west, especially Custer Battlefield)
Dylan:
I encountered Dylan at a fishing spot just Northwest of Yellowstone. He was wrestling with his dad and drinking a beer at just before 8 a.m. He asked me what I was fishing with and it was a lewer I had acquired years ago from a patient; it was handmade out of glass and looked like a fish egg so I thought it might have a chance. It did. It got several bites, but it was too big for them to take, so it only went upriver for a a few feet before they spit it out.
It all started with him giving me a hard time about driving a mid-size car (Montana is all SUVs) for no reason at all. I made some comments about him passing judgement and being self-righteous and religion or something along those lines. We got along really well. He offered me a beer and I said no so we talked about fishing instead. It turns out he works for an organization that rebuilds rivers in order to have the ecosystem go back to semi-normal, a gig he landed after finishing school out east. This guy totally hooked me up. He told me the whole scoop on how to fish different rivers and even gave me several different flies and taught me how to tie a line for Montana trout streams- two flies of specific bulk and floating or sinking capacity at a certain distance apart. Awesome. Caught even more after that.
Noah was a guy I met in Yellowstone. He was fly-fishing in the rain and didn't really know what he was doing, so I traded some tips with him. I told him how to roll-cast, so he could fish under a bridge, out of the weather, and he told me about where some semi-secret hot springs were in Yellowstone, so I could stop smelling like a road-trip. He lives out of his van; an old Volkswagen bus. He said he was from Southern California and that he kind of "bounced around" and that he was working for the Sierra Club on an anti-coal mining operation near Yellowstone. He said he like having the extra alone time to write music and read. Interesting guy. Very chill. Very SoCal.
Dick:
Dick is about 50. He called himself "Old Bones" on account of his need for serious padding when camping in a tent. We were both at the same campground outside of Yellowstone. He proudly showed me how he had individual plastic containers for each of the camping necessities. One bin for food, one for tent and blankets, etc. I think he was a drifter operating under the guise of an outdoorsman/camper. Decent guy, but a little nervous. (side note: there was a couple from England honey mooning there, they wanted to see the great American west, especially Custer Battlefield)
Dylan:
I encountered Dylan at a fishing spot just Northwest of Yellowstone. He was wrestling with his dad and drinking a beer at just before 8 a.m. He asked me what I was fishing with and it was a lewer I had acquired years ago from a patient; it was handmade out of glass and looked like a fish egg so I thought it might have a chance. It did. It got several bites, but it was too big for them to take, so it only went upriver for a a few feet before they spit it out.
It all started with him giving me a hard time about driving a mid-size car (Montana is all SUVs) for no reason at all. I made some comments about him passing judgement and being self-righteous and religion or something along those lines. We got along really well. He offered me a beer and I said no so we talked about fishing instead. It turns out he works for an organization that rebuilds rivers in order to have the ecosystem go back to semi-normal, a gig he landed after finishing school out east. This guy totally hooked me up. He told me the whole scoop on how to fish different rivers and even gave me several different flies and taught me how to tie a line for Montana trout streams- two flies of specific bulk and floating or sinking capacity at a certain distance apart. Awesome. Caught even more after that.
Friday, August 10, 2012
From The West Coast To The East Coast To The Midwest
Lots has been going on.
I made it back to St. Paul for my friends' wedding. It was totally low-key and one of the best parties I've been to in a long time. As you can see, there was no shortage of beer.
Then, there was a decision. Road trip to Maryland. It was myself and this freak:
One of many incredible spots en route to Maryland:
We went out there to meet an old friend's daughter. Here she is:
Squeezed in a bit of fly-fishing near the Antietam
Battlefield in Maryland, and a couple other spots.
A group of us volunteered to defoliate sections of forest on the east coast.
The guy in this photo is using a defoliation method known as "missing."
On the way back to MN
And now.... back in Minnesota. This is where I'll be for the foreseeable future.
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| This was about the time the brilliance began. |
Then, there was a decision. Road trip to Maryland. It was myself and this freak:
One of many incredible spots en route to Maryland:
We went out there to meet an old friend's daughter. Here she is:
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| Proof that Mike got to make out once. |
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Squeezed in a bit of fly-fishing near the Antietam
Battlefield in Maryland, and a couple other spots.
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| Love the history in the east. This is part of a memorial for Civil War journalists and artists. |
A group of us volunteered to defoliate sections of forest on the east coast.
The guy in this photo is using a defoliation method known as "missing."
On the way back to MN
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| Indiana? Yes, Indiana. |
And now.... back in Minnesota. This is where I'll be for the foreseeable future.
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| MN Prairie |
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| Western Minnesota-- Where Prairie and Woods Blend Together |
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| Minneapolis |
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| St. Paul Trainyard |
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| North Shore of Minnesota. Grand Marais, MN |
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| Capital. St. Paul Minnesota |
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| Minnesota Woods |
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| Bridge to Lowertown, St. Paul |
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| Como Park. St. Paul, MN |
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