“Cause a little bit of summer is what the whole year is about”
John Mayer
Late July. Summer. It took forever to get here. The sun is blasting. It’s even warm in the early morning. That’s rare in the Rocky Mountains. The local ice cream shop is packing them in. My lawn is burning. Abby, my dog, is lazier than heck. The kitchen ceiling fan is spinning. Thunderheads build in the late afternoon heat. A lot of storm watch alerts. Blankets on the vehicles to protect them from hail.
Friends have been in town. Long days spent wet wading the rivers. Fishing until darkness. Little time spent indoors or for other things. That’s alright, it’s summer. And where I live it’s brief. It’s just a flicker. Catch it while you can…
Lots of fish pics. Few people pics. Some dog pics. Most trout featured caught sight-fishing with dries/emergers, size 16-18.; mainly Pale Morning Duns with thorax built with Golden Retriever hair. A few trout taken on beetles and crickets.
abby
an old rainbow
ranch creek side cabin
trout on dries 
Yes! The short, warm summer. Those are what I want to cross the border for.
Jim: Your comment in your recent post in blog: jims wanderings…that ” all roads lead to the missouri river” is so true. I have never experienced a better dry fly river…beautiful place and big trout.
You are welcomed to contact me anytime you travel north.
Bob
Will do for sure. We need to rendezvous someplace one day.