Friday Foto Fall Foreshadowing This image from the Blackfoot River last week. Bobby Clark after catching couple Cutthroat on a Chubby Chernobyl. The Blackfoot is about over as we move into cooler weather on the westside. But it is just heating up over on the eastside of the Rockies here on the Mo. A couple … Read more
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]A calm sunset at the Wolf Creek FAS. Those aren’t clouds, but smoke from the Roaring Lion Fire at Hamilton, Montana. We’ve had very little smoke in our area from that or other fires in the region.
All quiet on the Mo’ this week. Weekends are seeing an incredible amount of recreational traffic and a wide variety of “pool toys” on the river. This week should be calm with some fishy, cloudy weather in the forecast.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Going through the last 12+months photos recently and realized something. I have a lot of pictures of my friends tying knots. Lots. You’re probably asking yourself, “why in the hell would you take a picture of someone tying a knot? Why not casting, or a grip ‘n grin, or someone drinking a beer?”[/vc_column_text][us_image image=”15316″ onclick=”lightbox”][vc_column_text]That’s what I was thinking too. But then I realized there are a couple reasons I have a lot of knot-tying images:
I remember my high school football coach telling our team that during the course of an average football game, players actually “played” for 6 minutes (I think he was pointing out how out of shape we were). In todays passing oriented game, I’ve read it’s more like 11 minutes. 13 if Russell Wilson is scrambling around.
It made me wonder how many minutes of our day we spend tying knots. For guides, it’s every single minute you’re not rowing or netting a fish. So lots.
But for the rest of you, I wonder. 1 hour? More?
So, here is – without a doubt – the best knot tying photo essay you’re likely to see this week, featuring my very favorite knot tying images. Some great anglers as well…[/vc_column_text][us_grid columns=”4″ post_type=”attachment” items_quantity=”” images=”15321,15320,15319,15322,15323,15324,15325,15326,15333,15328,15329,15330,15327,15331,15332,15334″ orderby=”post__in” items_gap=”4px” items_layout=”gallery_default” img_size=”us_600_600_crop” overriding_link=”popup_post_image” breakpoint_1_cols=”4″ breakpoint_2_width=”768px” breakpoint_3_width=”480px” breakpoint_2_cols=”4″ breakpoint_3_cols=”2″][/vc_column][/vc_row]
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My favorite local mountain. You’ve seen plenty of these shots from me. I don’t remember the name, even though it’s been told to me numerous times. I call it “the Mountain”. Covered in smoke right now.
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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Valentines Day morning on the Missouri River. Looking downstream towards the Wolf Creek Bridge. This image was captured before the whitecaps started to build. click to enlarge[/vc_column_text][us_image image=”10047″ size=”medium” link=”” onclick=”lightbox”][/vc_column][/vc_row]