A late spring trip had been arranged. As the snow continued to falter it became apparent that not only was this winter going to be one of the worst we’ve had in the past twenty years (that’s impressive), but that the river wouldn’t have water. Somewhat important. So we pivoted from our pre-season Yampa trip …
I’ve fished in wind, my dad used to take me fishing on the Yellowstone and I remember how that wind would howl. In Wyoming, the winds roared up to 60 mph. We saw a guide in the morning and he gave us this look like he was getting ready to go to a funeral, “They …