Photo: Ginny Holt

Being devoured by mosquitoes while fly line wraps around my legs, neck and feet is not only a fine possibility for internal growth, it also readily translates into one hell of a good time like changing a tire when it’s thirty below, dealing with a sinus headache or paying property taxes.

Photo: Ginny Holt

Walking off from the road upstream through the forest leaves most people behind in a hurry.

Photo: Ginny Holt

I learned later that they’d been planted by a rancher who grazed cattle on this BLM turf. While in early spring the land is lush green and inviting, by July it is desiccated, except for the pond, with temperatures well above 110.

Photo: Ginny Holt

All well and good, but my sights are clearly set on taking the voracious saugeye on a fly from below the Intake Diversion not far from Glendive. 

Photo: Ginny Holt

One day while wandering down south Higgins Avenue something sparkled to my left on the far side of a used car lot alongside and above by the Clark Fork river.

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A few miles south of here is Rosebud Creek, the area of the 1876 battle between Lakota and Cheyenne led by Crazy Horse and soldiers of the U.S. government led by General George Crook.

Photo: Ginny Holt