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RBMF Honors Our Fallen Heros, 5/30/2011

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SHORE LUNCHES, TROUT ON A STICK

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    Sometimes it isn't all about the fishing, it's all about the "fun".

                                         

 

 

                  nap time at Wolf Ck. lunch spot...pro golfer Bruce Devlin is somewhere down there!

 

lunch time with Bill Wilson & crew above McAtee            .

 

 

 

                                                  grilled pork chops on the river...Glenn Law

 

 

 

 

 

 

 RB & Kevin Shores

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 When I started guiding anglers on the Madison in the late 1970s early 1980s, shore lunches were big. We had lots of corporate “outings” (a bunch of men get drunk and go fishing)…large, multi-boat float trips were the rage. The highlight (or lowlight) of these trips was trout for lunch. It didn’t matter how big or what sex, this was way before "catch and release” so it was "kill ‘em and grill ’em". Of course most of these guys couldn’t fish that well so the usual scene around the lunch spot was two or three guides frantically beating the water to a froth trying to catch enough trout for the “table”…well, not exactly a table. The fancy fold-out, pop-up tables you see these days didn’t exist…this was BBH…(before bead heads)… a few rocks with a rotten log or two to sit on would be just fine. There was always one DC guide (designated cook). This guy had unique talents…he knew how to butterfly (fillet and flour rainbows) and he knew how to chop (onions and add a half a stick of butter). The whole works got wrapped up like a mummy in aluminum foil and slapped on the charcoal along with corn on the cob. You can picture the scene…two or three guides in the river chucking Bitch Creeks… a chopper and dicer…a fillet expert…a coal blower (the charcoal took at least a half hour)…all this surrounded by a bunch of fat cats swigging beer and guzzling wine until they got so cross-eyed they couldn’t tell a sofa pillow from a yellow sally. After an hour or two the party slowed down and maybe we’d fish some more…maybe not. After the mess got cleaned up it was time to head for Burnt Tree, last one to the ramp was a rotten egg. You had anglers hanging arms and legs over the gunwales of the Lavro or the East Side or the Valco…one or two dudes upchucking as we swung down below Crane Island…a couple passed out…the “serious” anglers trying to fish with their lines crossed, tippets tangled, fly lines mangled…snapping off Royal Trudes in the bushes….backlashing their Pfleuger Medalists into a hopeless mess…guides bobbing and weaving, twitching and ducking as #4 weighted Soufal nymphs came whizzing by their ears. Eventually, the dog and pony show hit the boat ramp with a loud thud. Everybody out! Pile into the Suburban burping and belching …back to the motel…pass out. Do it again tomorrow. Man, these fishing trips are fun!

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THE NIGHT THE MOUNTAIN CAME CRASHING DOWN INTO THE RIVER.

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Shake, Shake, Shake...The Montana Earthquake of 1959. If you hang around Ennis long enough you will hear about the big earthquake of 1959. It rumbled, bumbled, stumbled in the middle of the night...buried people alive and formed a big lake in the middle of the Madison River. The story of the quake is well known...you can check out the links...but a lot of people don't realize the stress and anxiety it put on the folks in Ennis, MT. When the mountain came down and blocked the river a huge landslide dam was formed. The fear was the dam would burst and flood out everything down stream. The word went around Ennis to evacuate. Here comes the Big One! The Madison River went dry. Kids were having a field day out in the riverbed netting the helpless trout. Many sunken treasures were found...long lost cameras, fly rods, fly boxes and fishing creels. Parents panicked...the local bars filled up...whiskey was poured...the end was near. What to do? You could climb a tree...get up on the roof...head for the Norris Hill. No cell phones...no email...no texting. The only Tweeting going on was from the yellow warbler in the back yard. Up by the quake, the rescue was on...the local cops and firefighters did their best...the Corps of Engineers started digging...smoke jumpers came down from the sky...the all-clear was sounded...order was restored. Life resumed in Ennis. People calmed down. Water began to flow once again down the Madison River. Have another whiskey. Life is good.

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DAN BAILEY

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STREAM CLEATS, SEAL DRYS, PFLUEGERS and FENWICKS

 

 

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