Another film from RA Beattie

Photo: Tim Romano

Stalking carp across the shallow flats
of the upper Missouri is like stalking carp across
the shallow flats of the upper Missouri and that’s
that.

Early season trout, I can probably polish off whatever is left in the bottle(s) from the spring
steelhead runs, but once summer hits, ice-cold tequila suits me just fine.

We were floating the Fork at 9,000 cfs and the fishing was primarily limited to people’s lawns—the secret weapon was four different colors of chenille gobbed on a hook.

A blog of adventures can be found at Sleeping in the Dirt, detailing a duel lifestyle split between office-cube-farm-bank-employee and one hundred plus days spent annually on and around the water.

But factors like the ever-changing weather forecasts, hatch intensity, drive times, availability of whiskey, etc. keep my pro/con scale out of whack and prevent me from picking one path over another.