Comments on: Some folks are fishy. I however, am not: Part I

By: More Fly Fishing in Yellowstone National Park |

More Fly Fishing in Yellowstone National Park | — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 14:17:43 +0000

[...] Mark had his sights set on a stretch of water 1/2 mile away and declared his intentions to catch the big brown that he’d caught last year in that same location. It was a monsterous fish (according to Marck) [...]

By: Anticipating the annual fishing trip to Montana |

Anticipating the annual fishing trip to Montana | — Wed, 26 May 2010 16:36:23 +0000

[...] This is the trip you’ve heard me talk about ever since starting this blog, and my first and second entries were about this very trip last year. 2009 saw just Marck and myself making the [...]

By: A Grand Slam, almost. (Wrestling the Narcoleptic Goose, Part II) «

A Grand Slam, almost. (Wrestling the Narcoleptic Goose, Part II) « — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 23:42:59 +0000

[...] leg of our journey, which hopefully would involve some bigger fish, we departed the comforts of the Ho Hum motel in West Yellowstone at 5:30 AM in order to be at the Rock Creek Mercantile by 10 o’clock [...]

By: Wrestling the Narcoleptic Goose, Part I «

Wrestling the Narcoleptic Goose, Part I « — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 08:34:57 +0000

[...] Each Memorial Day weekend Marck leads the charge to fish the Firehole River in Yellowstone National Park. The list of participants changes somewhat from year to year, but no matter who is in attendance the event always begins with the 4 A.M. departure from Marck’s house on Friday. This means that I have to get up at 3 AM in order to make coffee and drive the 25 miles upstream from my home. Not surprisingly there’s little traffic at that God-forsaken time of day, and I feel bad for anyone else on the road that’s not headed to Montana for some fishing. The annual jaunt from the North Bend, WA to West Yellowstone, MT (a distance of 575 miles or 925.18 Kilometers) is not something one typically looks forward to: it is simply a means to an end. The drive had been far less than enjoyable two years prior as four of us were shoe-horned uncomfortably into my Jeep Cherokee, which lacked both cruise control and ample leg room for anyone other than myself. The next year I missed out on the trip because my daughter’s 4×400 relay team was competing in the state track meet, so Marck made the drive alone and had one of his best fishing days ever. So on this year it felt good to be heading back to Yellowstone: the Jeep was left behind and The Soccer Mom Express pulled out of Marck’s driveway right on schedule with Nash behind the wheel, Marck riding shotgun, and myself and Stan (not his real name) in the second row of seats. While Nash’s wife’s mini van might not be the vehicle a fisherman prefers to be seen in passing through Idaho and Montana, I have to admit that it was like traveling in first class, complete with beverage and snack service and movies on DVD. We made our typical stops in Coeur d’Alene, ID for gas and breakfast (which resulted in more gas), and then at the Rock Creek Lodge in Clinton, MT for a bathroom break and a Testicle Festival t-shirt. During the course of the long road trip we took turns behind the wheel, which allowed us to kill two birds with one stone: First, it offered everyone an opportunity to grab a nap; secondly it ensured that no one would be denied the pleasure of being seen driving a mini van through Idaho and Montana. I’m being sarcastic of course – but truth be told after the first hour I stopped hiding my face whenever we were passed by a 4×4 diesel pickup. [...]

By: Backcast: The year in review «

Backcast: The year in review « — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 05:15:10 +0000

[...] with Marck and whoever else shows up. This past year it was just me and Marck, which resulted in a lopsided competition to see who would catch more fish: It resembled a slam dunk contest between Michael Jordan and Danny [...]