Two Weeks Fly Fishing The West

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Written By Jon Moore

My casting forearm is a few shades darker than the rest of my body, and my hat has left me with a half-moon-shaped tan line on the back of my head. We’ve been fishing from sunrise to dusk every day for two weeks. I’m starting to feel like the rod is a long, floppy limb permanently attached to my body. Street and Lolo are a few bends up from me on the river, and I’ve just snapped off my last big orange stimulator. I’m hoping they have a few left in their boxes.

Loren Fuel (aka. Lolo) finds a stream-side relic
A river somewhere in Idaho
Lolo settling in for two weeks of trout bumming
Fly Fishing Tricks
First rainbow in Idaho
Matching blisters on the casting hand from long days of fishing
Washboard gravel to Idaho Heaven
Lolo wears his enthusiasm proudly
Lauren lines her 4wt
A little Idaho gold of my own
Lolo’s all-time favorite fly, ‘The Missing Link’
A portrait of Street
Street scouts for rises from the car
Lolo and Street fish a bend in Idaho
Street searches her fly box for the perfect imitation
A handsome little Brookie
The Tetons tower in the distance
Lolo sports the Wyoming essentials
Street is down for the count after nearly two weeks of hard fishing
Beautiful Wyoming Brookie
Steet in her natural habitat
A big brown agressively hits an orange hopper pattern
Street gets a peek from above
Lolo ties x-caddis back at camp
Gear dries at camp
Dawn mission before breakfast on a foggy river in Wyoming
Street and Lolo whip up a hearty breakfast
Street lands the fish of the trip in Wyoming
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