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Jake, the shop’s nineteen-year-old wunderkind, and I took advantage of a rare, shared half day off last weekend and took off an adventure based upon out mutual tiredness of trout.
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https://www.mreavoice.org/5f6pxbmbfq9 So we loaded up two Diablo kayaks and made tracks to nearby Holter Lake. After hauling the boots by hand from the base of Holter Dam to the reservoir in 100-degree heat, we were both eyeing the lake waters with some appreciation. The carp had better be worth the effort.
Tramadol 200Mg Online A far corner of Holter is lined with clay cliffs and small shoals, creating basically a flats-type environment, perfect for the pursuit of the elusive carp. We paddled along, trying several small bays and sight fishing for the bottom-feeding fish.
https://onlineconferenceformusictherapy.com/2025/02/22/74s8pg0g Suffice to say, the Diablos make for a killer sight fishing platform, and possibly an even better photography platform. You can’t be afraid of a little water, mud and sweat in these things.
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click here In a move of unheard-of awesomeness, Headhunters closed down yesterday and the entire crew – guides, shop staff, housekeepers and shuttle drivers united for a day of fishing, gaming, good food and “chillaxing.”
follow link The day started with a float from Prewitt to Pelican – we formed quite the flotilla of eight boats – and finished with a backyard party at one the guide houses. Mark showcased his mean cooking skills, and competitive games of croquet and Polish horseshoes were played many, many times.
https://onlineconferenceformusictherapy.com/2025/02/22/g43vq8qhy A bottle of Redbreast made it part way through the day, and I believe the crew went through at least three Yeti coolers full of beer.
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source url It was an awesome day of getting to fish and chatter outside of the shop. The day started out crystal clear, but by late afternoon, a gusty southern wind had brought with it enough smoke to tint the air and cast a murky, reddish light on the evening’s festivities. Surrounded by some of the best guides Montana has to offer – and therefore, arguably in the world – and some of the strongest characters I’ve ever met, I had a flash of gratefulness. It’s funny the people we meet as we travel, and I wouldn’t have missed this Missouri summer for anything.
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Fire Girl has once more surfaced on the popular Expedition Portal, this time in the form of an ExOfficio review. I love the Lumen Hoody – I’m wearing it as I type this, in fact. Clothing that performs and is multi-functional… and cute? I’m all over it. I’ve abused this piece for the duration of the Missouri River Project – picked up boats, fished, worked in the shop, swam and even slept in it.
It’s a piece that will be in my wardrobe for a long, long time.
Many thanks to the good crews over at The Expedition Portal and ExOfficio for this collaboration!
by Fire Girl Jess on August 15, 2013
I spent today on assignment in north-central Montana for The Big Sky Journal, photographing Smoot Honey’s factory, warehouse and sticky goodness. Smoot is Montana’s largest honey producer, and these ladies and gentlemen know their bees. Several generations of the family work the business, and to my delight as I worked with several generations I realized I was surrounded by fathers, sons, brothers and cousins.
It is hard to beat an assignment where the owner of the business says “have at it” and gives me free rein of the facility to explore, photograph and work in. It beats having a minder any day.
It also felt exceedingly good to put aside the sandals for once and muck about in my weathered pair of Blundstone boots.
Northern Montana is home what often seems to be more more nuclear missile sites than people, and I was caught off guard several times today as I bumped along a dirt road and came head-to-head with a military convoy. Nothing like a Humvee zipping down the middle of the road to brighten one’s morning.
Any day working an assignment feels like a treat, and I’m finding nothing makes me happier than a day hard at work behind the camera or putting pen to paper.
Here’s to a busy fall!
No, I have not fallen off the end of the world, nor fallen prey to some of the rather… interesting people hanging around Craig this weekend.
