July in Yellowstone

The Beauty of Fishing 

 What brought me to the West over twenty years ago fulfilled a promise I made my dad, that someday we would fish the waters we watched great fishermen like Kurt Gowdy fish on the TV series "The American Sportsman. " We did, and I have returned every year since then--falling in love with the waters of the arid West.
July marks my fourth month this year in Yellowstone National Park, my commitment more than half over, I look forward to three more months exploring the Park, Montana, and Wyoming. July also became the month when fishing started in earnest for me, with the snow melt stopping, the rivers clearing once again, and filling with hungry trout.

I thought about grouping my Photographs in genres as I have for the past three months. But as I edit the pictures for July I realize that most of the photos I've taken are from my early morning travels to trout water and my late night returns. So this selection of photographs represents "The Beauty of Fishing" and why I fish.

Cherokees have a strong medicine called "Going to the Water."

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

How we treat our land,how we build upon it,how we act toward our air and water,in the long run,will tell what kind of people we really are- Laurance E. Rockefellar 

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