Flanked by shadows of ill intent, wave after wave of sinuous, silver ribbons moved through the shallows. It was only a matter of time before the seemingly harmonious scene would erupt in a violent clash involving thousands of threadfin shad attempting to flee the gaping mouths of voracious bass. And then it happened. Perhaps one-hundred feet ahead, out of casting range, the glassy surface of the lake exploded near the shoreline. A few paddle strokes had the canoe positioned within a long double-haul of the melee, allowing an imposter to enter the fray. A couple of quick strips later the fly was engulfed by a hard-charging, two-pound largemouth bass.
PS: Salmonflies are out on the Gallatin River (good numbers at Greek Creek yesterday) and the upper Madison River today (Burnt Tree). The madness begins.
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