Back At It

I realize that is has been a while since there has been any activity on the blog, but do not fear for there are many pictures to come. Recently, I was without a camera and so it was difficult to attain pictures. Now that I have a camera once again, I will be able to post more often. The weather has been unseasonably warm of late, so many days have been spent on the river.  Now for some pictures!

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Choosing the right fly is one of the most difficult decisions that a fly fisherman will ever make.



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Rock creek has been producing some beautiful fish this winter.
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A dusting of snow produced some pretty images.
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Garret managed this porker of a rainbow on the Bitterroot River.
One afternoon found me hiking right behind campus on Mount Sentinel.
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The “Root” did not disappoint me either!
Some dry grasses on Mount Sentinel.
They were not to sure about me.
This is why I love Montana.


Winter Fishing Tails

Fall has come and gone and winter has smashed in like a wrecking ball. Over the last few weeks I have had many opportunities to get out and do some fishing. I spent the majority of my time on Rock Creek, because of the proximity and the wealth of fish. Fishing in the winter is entirely different from any other time of year. Even though I have fished Rock Creek many times, after the first  snowfall it felt like a completely different area. I was also able to take a few friends fishing, and we were all lucky enough to catch some fish. This will be my last Montana post for a while since I am returning to Pennsylvania for winter break, so enjoy these last few pictures of the west. Even though I am not yet left, I already miss Montana and cannot wait to come back for spring semester. Missoula is a magical place and once you come here there is no leaving.

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Garret taking a cast on a wintry Thanksgiving eve.

Before I get into the rest of the pictures, I would like to take a few sentences to reflect on my first semester here in Missoula, Montana. When I first left home  in August, I was a little nervous about moving to an area where I did not know a single soul. In this global community that we live in today, it is rare to be in a place where there are no familiar faces. I decided that I would make this new beginning into a fresh start. During these last four months I have met many amazing people who have made Missoula feel like home, instead of  a place away from home. Everyday I wake up and look out my window at the beautiful Rocky Mountains, and I am incredibly  grateful to call this place home. Now before I get too sappy and poetic I better start showing some picture of what I have been up too.

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Fishing tails.
He was checking me out as I snapped a few pictures of this lovely canine.
I am always a sucker for the classic reel shot!
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Garret pulled in this beauty of a brown!
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As I was driving to one of my many fishing destinations, I was surprised to look out the window and see a herd of elk bedded down alongside the road. I pulled up along side them and took a few quick pictures.
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The double nymph rig produced a nice fat bow for Garret.
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My new fishing companion (Cody) pulled this large rainbow out of the first hole of the day.
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A foggy rock creek!
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Thanks to Cody for taking this picture of my biggest brown for the day. This was also caught out of the first hole of the day. The trout measured 18.5 inches.
Polishing the day off with a couple of smokes! “I fish better with a lit cigar, some people fish better with talent” Nick Lyons

I hope you all enjoyed this post and I wish everyone a happy holiday season. Do not forget to get outdoors and enjoy this lovely winter season.


Spring Break in the North Country

For the first half of spring break I was able to venture into the North Country of New York in the Adirondack State Park. Although I am totally ready for spring to arrive, I was really excited to explore the frozen lakes and snowy forests for a couple days. Upon our arrival at our camp in the evening, I walked out on the nearby lake to soak in the last of the day’s sunlight.


The next day my parents and I decided to hit the slopes at Whiteface Mountain for a day of skiing. A light snowfall during the night was a nice remedy to the rather icy trails. It ended up being a fairly warm day, which made the skiing enjoyable and well worth it. At the end of the day I decided to try out the ski cross track which they had (similar to the olympic races but on a smaller scale) and it was quite fun.

Whiteface Mountain, home of the downhill Olympic events in 1980

On the following day, I decided hike out over Oseetah Lake and explore the area. I first walked out to the center of the lake to check out the fishing shanty. It was a cozy little place with a small wood stove inside.

The ice fishing shanty on Oseetah Lake

As I headed out to the far edge of the lake, I was surprised to find a Black Lab that appeared out of nowhere. He was an energetic guy, that journeyed with me for the next hour and was great company in this barren land. I named him Miller since I found him on the middle of Miller Pond (aka Oseetah Lake).


Later in my journey, after Miller disappeared, I passed by a road that went out onto the lake. A few trucks used this to access their “boat access only” homes. It felt like ice road truckers.

The ice road

On the final day, I headed out to bird the Bloomingdale Bog. I was targeting the Boreal species that reside here. The variety of birds lacked, but lots of Black-capped Chickadees and Red-breasted Nuthatches let me get extremely close, sometimes even less than a foot away. Eventually I stumbled upon a group of Gray Jays, which are unique to this area in New York. Later along Bigelow road I finally found my nemesis Boreal Chickadee, which was an exciting discovery.

Red-breasted Nuthatch and Black-capped Chickadee
Bloomingdale Bog Trail
Attempting to feed the Gray Jays

Winters in the Adirondacks are very unique (and cold). There is so much silence and stillness, which can be a great way to get away from the rush of life that often blurs the important things in life.

Alone under the stars