The "compound": camp is pitched, let's go fishing!
Tim Fischer & Teo Whitlock, ready to fish. The red scooter is for shuttles to-and-from put-ins and take-outs
First day on Big Mo--where to start? So much water, where are the fish?
First 'bow on the Big Mo
Tim's first Missouri River rainbow: a beauty, and we attribute his success to his headgear.
Teo pulls Tim's Ro Skiff into the private slip at the 'compound' at the end of day one.
The Ro Skiff in it's slip: cocktail hour!
A room with a view...
Day two, trout one for the morning--getting dialed into the river, now.
"Cookie-cutter" rainbows of the Missouri River
Teo & Tim: team trout.
Big Mo got brown trout, too.
Everybody's an angler on the Big Mo: pelicans, seagulls, ducks, cormorants, osprey, eagles.
Lewis & Clark floated here. Tim & Teo, too.
Taking pictures of picture-taking of nice bank-feeding brown trout.
Mo betta brown.
Chilly morning at the compound, water for coffee boiling.
Standing in the vestibule with a cup o' joe.
Park the skiff, do a little wet-wading now that the day's warmed up.
'nother Big Mo 'bow
Even the blind squirrel...
Just gets better and better! Must be the bandana, channeling Gary Borger...
Geez, not another brown
Yep, another dang brown trout.
Another chilly morning, another rainbow trout.
'Mo betta 'bow.
Nice net!
Open wide...
Fish on in a back channel, for the amusement of the passing pontooner. His question: "What fly did he eat?" Like he'd get a straight answer.
Fish landed, and a fatty at that. "What fly did he eat?"
Another nice one in the back channel.
Mini-bow.
Getting casual about it, now.
The water-line on the bank indicates abnormally low flows.
Ho-hum, a rainbow trout.
Brown trout with a sore mouth--don't worry, he's ok.
Nice location for a home.
Blue skies, blue water, red stripe.
You hold the trout, you row the boat, I'll take the picture.
My new shirt-mounted pliers & nippers. And, oh yeah, another brown trout.
When rowing like hell into the teeth of a Rocky Mountain gale, it's good to reduce wind-resistance. Hence, the hunker down. Why is that man smiling? He's not rowing.
Uncle Joe's bar, Craig, MT, with its world-renowned trophy bra collection.
Last day, last brown.
The "invincible" rainbow trout, sipping Tricos at the head of the little wing-dam on the left, finally fell for a midge cluster.
