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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The long night
When I was a teenager my Dad moved to Red Lodge, Montana; giving me the opportunity to fly fish famous rivers for weeks and months on end and having a stream, Rock Creek, in my own back yard. That is where I really got hooked on fly-fishing and had some amazing adventures.
On one of our adventures we headed to Yellow Stone Park to fish the Fire Hole and Gibbon. It was summer and we got an early start to the day. It was a long drive to the Park, before we got to the water all of the tourists were out looking at the buffalo and elk; one can always tell if someone is from Montana because they just keep driving. I saw many elk and bear during the time I was there so stopping and taking pictures was not on my mind but seeing half a dozen people trying to see how close they can get to a buffalo was kind of funny. As we drove through the beautiful park passing steam after steam was getting me excited. We finally got to the water, parked, and started getting ready. It was a clear blue sky, Montana sky, and the sounds of the river in the background just made me close my eyes and listen. As we walked down to the river my Dad said to me, “Don’t forget to listen to the way the river talks to you.” I’m still listening to this day. My Dad told me to get to the other side of the river so we can fish both sides. We fished and moved up stream landing trout on a stimulator. We eventually came upon a pool just perfect for both of us to fish side by side. Time got away from us as my father and I caught fish after fish in this pool. We did not seem to notice that it was dark. Now if you have ever been to Montana, you know that nine pm there is like five pm here in Colorado. So, it was way pass nine and we had a long drive back. We laughed to ourselves thinking our adventure was about to start. We headed back to our car to throw our stuff in the trunk and we were off.
As we drove in the Park that night I could not help notice how black it was. There are no streetlights, no cars, just my Dad and me. I had the window down to smell the air and let it hit my face, this also helped me stay awake and continue conversation with my dad to keep him awake too. I know he was tried; it was a long day. As I stared into the black Montana night my thoughts began to drift to the day we had; I fell asleep. I awoke to the car parked on the side of the road my dad sound asleep. The calm night was still around me, my window was still down a little and I could hear something outside of the car. At first it was just a rustling sound then the sounds grew more intense all around us. I poked my Dad to wake him and told him I can here something moving outside. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked to turn on the headlights. With the bright lights on, we could see that we were surrounded by hundreds of elk. At first I was startled but after seeing them going about their business, I started to see the beauty of them against the black surroundings. The herd began to move, as the last one passed us by my dad turned on the car and we drove away. My Dad turned to me and said, “Did you listen to the river son?”
On one of our adventures we headed to Yellow Stone Park to fish the Fire Hole and Gibbon. It was summer and we got an early start to the day. It was a long drive to the Park, before we got to the water all of the tourists were out looking at the buffalo and elk; one can always tell if someone is from Montana because they just keep driving. I saw many elk and bear during the time I was there so stopping and taking pictures was not on my mind but seeing half a dozen people trying to see how close they can get to a buffalo was kind of funny. As we drove through the beautiful park passing steam after steam was getting me excited. We finally got to the water, parked, and started getting ready. It was a clear blue sky, Montana sky, and the sounds of the river in the background just made me close my eyes and listen. As we walked down to the river my Dad said to me, “Don’t forget to listen to the way the river talks to you.” I’m still listening to this day. My Dad told me to get to the other side of the river so we can fish both sides. We fished and moved up stream landing trout on a stimulator. We eventually came upon a pool just perfect for both of us to fish side by side. Time got away from us as my father and I caught fish after fish in this pool. We did not seem to notice that it was dark. Now if you have ever been to Montana, you know that nine pm there is like five pm here in Colorado. So, it was way pass nine and we had a long drive back. We laughed to ourselves thinking our adventure was about to start. We headed back to our car to throw our stuff in the trunk and we were off.
As we drove in the Park that night I could not help notice how black it was. There are no streetlights, no cars, just my Dad and me. I had the window down to smell the air and let it hit my face, this also helped me stay awake and continue conversation with my dad to keep him awake too. I know he was tried; it was a long day. As I stared into the black Montana night my thoughts began to drift to the day we had; I fell asleep. I awoke to the car parked on the side of the road my dad sound asleep. The calm night was still around me, my window was still down a little and I could hear something outside of the car. At first it was just a rustling sound then the sounds grew more intense all around us. I poked my Dad to wake him and told him I can here something moving outside. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked to turn on the headlights. With the bright lights on, we could see that we were surrounded by hundreds of elk. At first I was startled but after seeing them going about their business, I started to see the beauty of them against the black surroundings. The herd began to move, as the last one passed us by my dad turned on the car and we drove away. My Dad turned to me and said, “Did you listen to the river son?”
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