Woo-hoo Spring Break Baby! Dad and I took off for a Montana flyfishing adventure on the Little BigHorn. The weatherman assured us it would be a balmy 30 degrees on our first day. He was only about 35 degrees off. We woke to -4 degrees but braved the day anyway, one of the the only groups crazy enough to fish the river that day. All the fish were just waiting for us. Day Two it got up to 30 degrees and day three we think we hit 40 degrees. Other than almost losing my fingers and toes to frostbite, we had a safe time. We nymphed our brains out. Paul Garrison and his lovely family hosted us and we shared in laughter and games at night, wonderful homecooked meals and great company. It was my favorite spring break on record. We almost forgot to take pictures we were having so much fun. Eat your heart out, Matt and Gabe.
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