I ran down to the Madison again today……why wouldn’t I? What else did I have to do? It is Sunday, but I woke up early just to get some work done before heading to the river. Emails, trip planning, deposits recorded in the book, preparations for the Missouri next week, you know – work. I couldn’t wait to get back down to the river. Pulling into Pine Butte, there wasn’t a soul around. With in about 20 minutes, there were four more cars, full of anglers, who jumped out already rigged and wadered…..they must have been up stream fishing. I took off walking down stream rigged with a rubber leg and purple lighting bug. It was good, very good at some points of the day and my fly choice proved to be deadly – I never switched once.

