I'm a man who may take some fanatic risks in search of trout opportunities. Events that can only be expressed through the true soul and graphite written on paper. Adventures so variable, they're always so intriguing to conduct and write alike. In similarity, my perception of the world is as open as our Earth is diverse, and so has angling for trout has provided me these insights everywhere.

Early spring in Montana, the transition from winters solid confinements into movement and growth is gradual as temperatures rise slowly and decreases quick at night. Life propagates from the snows healing moisture both on land, and in water. Revitalizing oxygen from mountain trees and creek in early spring is a remarkable uplift to the nose not found any other time. Through heavy shrubs, steep slopes, post holing through snow, and navigating slippery stones. I find much valuable pocket water, and slow pools where trout may hold.

A little extra persistence, with patience rewards those who are grateful for what your looking for. A simple flick of a fly into the chutes of trout water, making decisive motions as to not hook up on a tree limb. Patience and precision reward me with a dashing trout , so magnificent and sporting, I net the resource as a 'piece of myself.' "Catching Myself" in the rushing demand of the world. For short notices at a time, I get to be reminded of what a free, elegant spirit I really am through these fish and their lustering country. I return the trout as a reflection of myself, returning them safely back home as I do coming back home each day safely. What I not take in meat, I ingest through spirit and memory. Beauty which shines in the water, and not in my freezer. Intuitions put into your natural environments gives back to your reward if your open enough to see it........