Morning Run

enter site by Fire Girl Jess on August 23, 2012

https://aalamsalon.com/j039ete8 Dawn in the northern reaches of Yellowstone National Park.

go Tailing along somewhat along with my last post, I’ve been getting outside with every spare minute I have.

go here Exploring the Gallatin Range in the Fire Girl Suby during an afternoon of thunderstorms.

https://semichaschaver.com/2025/04/03/2egrccu1cmj Hi-jacking my roommate’s dog for a morning run.

watch Fishing city ponds until it gets too dark to see my fly.

Tramadol Pills Online The Fire Girl Subaru off exploring.

https://faroutpodcast.com/7o393brtg6 Last night I got the itch to get out.  So, like any semi-sane photographer / fly fisher(wo)man, I packed my bags and prepped for a morning run.  My Suunto Core alarm woke me up at 0415 and I was on the road by 0430.

go here I brought along the basics: camera bag, tripod, rod, reel, fishing sling, Glock, a few boxes of ammo, bear spray, and a Kombucha for breakfast.  I had to be back in town by noon to work.

https://colvetmiranda.org/t7pwjd2 And so the morning cast-and-blast began.  Most of the local waters are too warm for truly productive fishing, and I went into the morning with limited expectations.  In the darkness temperatures dropped as low as 30, making for a chilly morning’s wading.  I managed – by dumb luck – to hook into a nice Gallatin rainbow on my first cast and that was to be the summation of the day’s fishing action.  I fished the Gallatin from pre-dawn until 0800 or so and then made my way up to the Upper Madison just outside of West Yellowstone.  Spent a few hours hiking about and fishing the Madison.

https://www.anonpr.net/glujydmw7 It was unproductive fishing, but sometimes time on the water is all you really need.

https://etxflooring.com/2025/04/6os632le Something about wading in the upper reaches of the Madison feels less like fishing and more like a baptism.

go here At 1030 or so, full sunlight was on the water and temps were rising fast.  I packed up and drove through West Yellowstone; I hadn’t made it to the little town since being back and it was wonderful to drive about again, despite the tourist load.  Love that town… lots of good memories.

here Then I headed back down towards Bozeman, stopping at a Montana-style range to run a few boxes of ammunition through my Glock.  I haven’t shot in over two years, and it was therapeutic to do so again.

https://www.villageofhudsonfalls.com/8glhe3a7 Back to Bozeman, where the temperature was already climbing into the mid-eighties.  The collegiate invasion presents in full swing, pissing the locals off, and it’s a bit mad.  I just smile, think of my morning solace, and somehow everything seems all right.

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Escapes

https://reggaeportugal.com/oygwi8ox0 by Fire Girl Jess on August 21, 2012

Online Tramadol Mastercard The Gallatin River on a smoky summer evening.

I’m finishing the end of a 75+ hour work week and marveling at the body and brain’s ability to just buckle down and get things done.  That said, my to-do list keeps expanding at a mad exponential rate and sometimes I just need to get away from it all.

 The Gallatin’s quickly becoming my respite.  I can take three hours, run up the canyon, wet a line, and just get away from it all.

Somehow things never seem clearer than when by oneself on the river.

Here’s an image from an escape a few nights ago.  Please excuse the iPhone pic – my mind was rather into fishing and not photography that night.  Smoke in the valley was so bad that visibility was limited to under a mile.  As you can see, it was a bit better up the canyon.

I had this nice run all to myself for a good few hours, and I came back to town feeling much better.  I brought along a Clif bar and a Nalgene of water for dinner and I was set.

Sometimes you just have to run to the water.

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Smoky Gallatin Evening

by Fire Girl Jess on August 15, 2012

A smoke-filled sunset over the Gallatin Range.

I’m in the middle of a non-stop work run (and not the fun kind of work).  Yesterday I had an early evening off and made a mad dash for the river and the mountains.

Sometimes you just have to get away.

I ran up the Gallatin Canyon and pulled off in the upper regions of Yellowstone National Park.  A wildland fire helicopter was being refueled not far from where I parked – they like to stay away from the tourists as well.  I rigged up the rod and headed down to the waters of the Gallatin.

The smoke was as bad as I’ve seen it.  Growing up amongst wildland fires, the smell is rather homey and brings back lots of memories and I don’t mind it in the least.

And it keeps tourist traffic down on the rivers.

It was windy and cooling – a cold front was slated to blow through overnight and I was not expecting much in the way of fishing.  As luck would have it, an hour or so in, I had a take.  A fairly spectacular take, for these waters.  Fish on!  Brought him in and quickly did a “Teva measurement” – he was about 12-13″ long.  Not bad for a Gallatin fish.  Then I heard to tell tale whirr of a helo spinning up and I – like an idiot – glanced over my shoulder.  The rod dipped and – shake, shake – he was gone.

It happens.  I was happy with one fish.  Frankly, I would have been okay without hooking into anything.  It was a night to escape into the smoke and the mountains for a little while.

Gear at work.

I cast about for a while longer, then, just as it was getting too dark to see my fly, I heard a tell-tale “whoofing” noise come from the brush not far away.  I’ve heard it before and am not in a hurry to hear it again.  I packed my bags and retreated to the Fire Girl Suby.

No bears for me tonight.

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Yellowstone River Float

by Fire Girl Jess on August 8, 2012

Jake on the oars.

Last week Jake, his friend Winston, and I made the hop over to the Paradise Valley for some time on the Yellowstone.  Bozeman has been experiencing true August doldrums and, despite the heat, we were happy to get the cataraft out and wet a line.

The morning started early – 0530h – and pleasantly cool.  Nothing like a cool mountain summer morning in the 50s.  By mid-afternoon the sun was at full crest and the heat was on.  A ‘red flag’ warning was posted; for those not in the know this is a wind warning and translates into a very windy day on the water.

The downside of the cataraft is that in windy conditions it functions less as a fishing rig and more as a large sail.

Afternoon break on the Yellowstone.

That said, nine hours later we emerged at the takeout, sunburned and hot.  Fishing had been slow but a few fish were brought to boat and we all agreed that in the end fish count really didn’t matter.  We had just spent a day floating one of the most pristine rivers in the West.

Not a bad day at all.

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More Murmansk

by Fire Girl Jess on August 5, 2012

City View of Murmansk

I’m back in Bozeman for the fall, working on some photography assignments and fishing as much as I possibly can.  So far both are off to a good start.

Part of me, though, is still mentally back in Russia.  Back with friends, cold rainy weather, and ukha (Russian fish soup).  I’ve gone through a few more images of my time in Murmansk and thought I’d share.

Murmansk freight train.

 

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Travel Tips – the Obvious and the Not So Obvious

by Fire Girl Jess on July 30, 2012

My preferred method of travel.  A Russian Mi-8 helicopter takes off on the tundra above the Arctic Circle.

I feel like the over the course of the past year I’ve been to Traveler’s University.  I’ve spent a lot of time on the road, living in temporary quarters, and moving about.  One thing it has taught me – if I have my camera gear, computer, a good notebook, and fly fishing gear, I’m happy.

But that’s another story.

I wanted to share a few tips I learned on this recent trip to Russia.  Most will – or should  – be fairly obvious.  Other tips (like hiding a hard drive backup), maybe not so much.

1)  Dress like the locals.  This one should be obvious.  Blending in is much of the battle.  I kept to dark colors in Russia to avoid drawing any attention to myself.  I wore makeup when traveling (it seems Russian women don’t ever leave the house without full makeup).  And  I sported Euro-style shoes.  It worked – disembarking the Aeroflot local commuter flight from St. Petersburg to Moscow, I was greeted in Russian and the Russian behind me was greeted in English.

2)  On the subject of dressing – cargo pants are your new best friend.  Get a basic pair – avoid the bulky safari look – and opt for one of the nice, dressier styles out there.  I always make sure to buy pants with a thigh pocket – zippered is best.  When I’m on the road, my passport goes in this pocket.  No one can get at it without my knowledge and it’s easy to access without having to dig around in bags.

3)  Avoid “traveler accessories”.  Those little passport pouches to wear around the neck?  No.  Just no.  It screams “target”.

4)  Relax.  Nothing will make you more conspicuous than shifting all the time and looking around nervously.  Assume the zombie-like look of a marathon traveler while keeping a covert eye on your surroundings.  It will serve you well.

5)  Keep local cash on hand.  A well-placed thousand Ruble note got my camera bag through customs in Murmansk… you just never know.

6)  Always carry some form of food.  I like to tuck a few protein bars in my bag; if I don’t have time or can’t find anything to eat, they are always an option.  Often I’ve not consumed them while traveling but use them as meal replacements during a busy day at my destination.

7)  Don’t travel with new luggage.  I like to travel with basic, rough-looking bags.  I have one big army green duffel that holds everything and can be drug around as needed.  When the day comes that you do have to purchase new luggage, get it dirty first.  Put some duct tape on there.  Make it look used and worn out.  Low profile is key here.

8)  Don’t be afraid to ask.  Running to catch a seemingly impossible connection in JFK, I arrived at the TSA security checkpoint only to find a line with a forty-five minute wait.  My flight took off in thirty minutes.  After asking four different workers, I flashed my press ID at the fifth and explained the situation.  He graciously let me go through the airline staff TSA line – which was basically unattended and took all of two minutes.  I made my flight with five minutes to spare.  So ask.  Be polite.  You never know who will be willing to help you out.

So much of travel is about the journey.  Sit back, enjoy it.  Flying, running around airports, hauling luggage – yeah, it can suck.  But as a very  wise friend once told me, Embrace the Suck.  It’s part of the experience.  If you play it smart you may even find the journey to your destination an adventure unto itself.

And, hey, it’s hard to beat the people watching in airports.

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Fire Girl Photography Featured on MidCurrent

by Fire Girl Jess on July 25, 2012

A summer cataraft float on Montana’s Madison River.

I’m stoked to join the select group of photographers to have their work featured on MidCurrent, one of the world’s premier fly fishing blogs / websites.  You can view my profile here; Fire Girl Photography is also am featured in MidCurrent’s weekly newsletter that came out today.

Thanks for having me on board, guys!  I’m honored.

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