You know the movie. We'll, let's call it a High Plains Drift. Anyway, my better half and I, always on the hunt for the next "Thin Blue Line", made our way up into the high plains to find any creek that may hold some water and a few trout. Considering the state of affairs regarding the drought situation here in the west and Montana this is a chore. Dreadful conditions currently here so finding water is tough. Anyway, as we climbed out of the valley and beyond tree line we were rewarded with what looked like a suitable trout stream. Lined with cottonwoods. So we pulled up and had a closer look. The water appeared to be of average height, gin clear and 60 degrees. There were PMD,s and Green Drakes about. Nothing else to do but strap on our wading shoes and string up the rods and give it a whirl. My better half coined the phrase for the day as casting here was a "High Plains Drift". It stuck, and was used several time during the course of the day as the playful rainbows would follow the cast a bit before inhaling the fake. What fun! So, after a few dozen trout to a foot or so in length we marked this creek for another trip sometime down the road and headed back into the valley. Twenty two miles and sweating a flat or two we successfully made our way home. Check out the photos attached and enjoy!
Pray for rain!
Mark

Twenty two miles in on this road. Down to a single track high up.







The creek;





Fish on!

Fantastic find! What a great looking area. Congrats on your dedication and reward in finding it and fish!

I would never expect to see such a nice little stream in that landscape.

Sweet!

Ha! That would have been an easy day for Odonata...