Its been a busy summer! Besides fishing with the Colorado Women's Fly Fishing Association, Hank and Henry and I recently fished the Clark Ford River in Deerlodge, MT.
Zac, a guide from the area met ,us on the service road near I 80 just ouside Deerlodge and took us directly to his honey hole.
We no more than set up that Hank caught a 12" brook trout! Six fish were hauled out of that hole in about 30 minutes before Henry nudged Hank out of the way to try his hand.
Zac, a guide from the area met ,us on the service road near I 80 just ouside Deerlodge and took us directly to his honey hole.
We no more than set up that Hank caught a 12" brook trout! Six fish were hauled out of that hole in about 30 minutes before Henry nudged Hank out of the way to try his hand. Although I shouldn't, I let the guys fish that special spot while I tried my luck downstream. There were a couple of nibbles on my fly but I didn't hook and bring any a single fish.
We moved around the river a bit before Zac suggested a stretch of private waters along the Rock Creek. All of us were excited to leave the Clark that was bounded by open pastures to the west and I-80 on the east side. There is just something about the traffic whizzing by that strips the feeling of being out in the wilds of nature clean away.
We jumped into Zac's Toyota Forerunner, scarfed down some snacks of fruit, cheese, crackers, and m&m's and headed towards Rock Creek. A narrow dirt ranch road took us 5 miles winding back towards the river. When the foliage opened up, there she was, a swift moving stream back away from roads and civilization.
The gear was unloaded and flies were tied on and each of us picked a spot along the creek bank. Henry caught the first fish shortly after we got started! 
He also caught the only fish that was caught that day on the beautiful stretch of Rock Creek.
He also caught the only fish that was caught that day on the beautiful stretch of Rock Creek. 
It wasn't for the lack of trying or the lack of moving around the stream and changing flies, the slippery creatures just were not interested in what we had to offer.
The pictures speak for themselves. We had a great time! I've been told, "God doesn't put fish in ugly places" and the secenery and peacefulness of this spot more than met our expectations. Next time, we better get some fish!
On Sunday afternoon, Henry and I drove to the nearby Big Hole River, 20 miles south of Butte. It was a big, wide and deep looking river and a prevew for our next fishing trip to Montana!!
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