The Name

Fly-fishing. Many confused by the name let alone the sport. When my Dad first told me he was going up to Decorah for the weekend with a few business friends, I had no idea what he was going to do. A few weeks later, we arrived in Bozeman, MT for a summer trip. Come to find out it holds rivers whose names are known all around the world. My Dad and I planned on doing some fly-fishing while we were up there, and had planned a guided tour for a half day down on a local tributary stream in the mountain village of Big Sky. We met up with a guide named Chance Lenay, who would forever change they way I looked at fly-fishing. He took us out on the local stream, later to find out he fished hear everyday over his lunch break for three years while working at East Slope Outfitters. While we were learning techniques and such, we realized that we were catching more and more fish. By the end of the half day my Dad and I had hooked over 14 brown, brook, and rainbow trout including a 17in. rainbow trout I caught as the last fish of the day. After this I caught the bug, and couldn't stop while we were in Big Sky. Purchasing my first Sage fly rod and a box of flies seemed all I needed to enjoy myself while out on the stream. I will forever remember this day as one that has influenced me for the rest of  my life.