I’ve also always been a glutton for gas-station grub. Sure, I get a kick out of the anticipation that comes with gearing up and loading everything into the car. For as long as I’ve been fly fishing, almost every outing has begun with a journey.Įven now, nearly 24 years since I first cruise-controlled along a trout route, it’s tough for me to pin down why, specifically, I enjoy this time behind the wheel so much. Which, I guess, is convenient, considering that, aside from a stint in Montana when home was a double-wide trailer unremarkable in every respect save for the pristine stretch of the Missouri River that cut through my backyard, I’ve always lived an hour’s drive from the nearest trout water. ![]() ![]() For me, the ideal day of fly fishing begins with a good drive.
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