Most of my fishing occurs in Texas or Oklahoma, and I do very little trout fishing these days. I have fished in New Mexico or Colorado a couple of times, but I always wanted to go to Montana. An old friend retired from government service and moved out there about 15 years ago. Before the pandemic really got started last spring I purchased airline tickets to Missoula. In April and early May I spent 3 weeks in the hospital with cellulitis of the left leg, which left me with a lot of muscle wasting in the left leg. About a month before my planned trip to Montana, my old buddy had his left kidney removed. He insisted a month was plenty of recovery time, and I should come ahead. He is not a fisherman, but had a fly rod and reel he kept around in case his nephew came to visit. I taught him how to make a basic overhead cast and roll cast, and we were off exploring. We rapidly discovered we were both considerably less than physically capable of negotiating fast water, and even descending steep river banks with any hope of climbing out again. We had to limit our attempts to easily accessible places. We actually only caught some brook trout from a small creek that is a tributary of the Big Hole. I took quite a few pictures with my phone, but my only attempt at photographing a fish was not very good, but I did get some good pics of the scenery. Montana is truly a beautiful place, and I envy those who live there.
Photo #1 - Outflow of Lower Seymour Lake on Seymour Creek
Photos #2 - Rock Creek
Photos #3-4 - Miner Creek, tributary of Big Hole, home of nice brookies
Larry