Flew to the homestate a couple weeks ago and my schedule was so tight I could only squeeze in 45 precious minutes to cast to Rocky Mountain trout. Fortunately, an interview appointment I had was bumped back 15 minutes. The extra time made the critical difference between my 7th and 8th trout.
Chronologically: First, little brown. Then after busting off a bruiser, I caught this beautiful, native Westslope cutthroat. Hello state fish! Don't see you back east!Then another Westslope, a little bigger.Then I lit into a run of rainbows; all good-sized, hard-fighting, and with beautiful crimson bands. I must've just been lucky enough to hit this stream during the one magic hour between when the water warmed enough for trout to be active, and the flood of spring runoff. The session came full circle with this leaping brown trout, my second, caught during my bonus 15 minutes. Fishing time in Montana is special.