This was perhaps the oldest, nastiest cutthroat I've ever seen. But hey, he ate a dry fly so what's not to love about it? Fish were on Spruce Moths this morning on the Yellowstone and we could barely keep them off the hook for a couple of hours. Once things warmed up, we had no interest in the hopper so went back to nymphing and picked up enough to round out the day.
I've really been finding fish in the riffles the last couple of days for what it's worth. The water through town isn't seeing as much pressure as above and below and is starting to fish pretty well.
Not sure that you're supposed to jump off bridges but I guess this one at HWY 89 is pretty safe if you're into that kind of thing.
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