One of the many views from the Yellowstone River
After climbing, biking, flying and driving it was time for me to go out on an adventure on the water. The Morosi's also own a boat and they were kind enough to take me along with them when they went for a boat trip with some friends. On the way to the Yellowstone river we picked up the friends, another family with two kids and a boat, and a fishing licence for me. Apparently Montana is one of the best places to go fishing with fly-rods (I have no idea how you really call this type of fishing, but it is with a long fishing rod and you have a (homemade) fly). Vance and Ken (the father of the other family. Wendy is the mother, Roth the 10-year-old know it all and last but not least Kennedy the 5-year-old little girl) made a shuttle, where they made sure that one of the cars was at the end of our journey so that they wouldn't have to hitch hike back to the beginning.
Ken, Wendy, Roth, Kennedy and Dakota on the other boat
Since I had a fishing licence I had to try my luck with the rod, I didn't use the big one, just a small rod, with which one can cast quite far. It first took some practice to find out when to release the button to make the hook fly out, but practice makes perfect. Not that I was perfect by the end, far from it, but I mastered the technique of casting. I managed to catch myself, loads of weeds and twice I even caught a stone in such a way that I had to walk all the way up to it to release the hook. Sometime in the afternoon we stopped on a little island where we had lunch. The children went into the water for a bit. Roth was busy building some duelling holes. When I asked him what he was doing he started to explain his (w)hole theory about how to make them as big as possible in the powdery sand.
Sunset over the Yellowstone River
Since kids love explaining things Dakota and Kennedy taught us how to fish like children. You had to have a stick and once in a while you had to touch the water with your stick. I also got some grownup fishing lessons from Ken, which was interesting, I never knew how much one has to know in order to be sure to catch a fish. After several hours on the little island where Ken and Vance managed to catch several fish we left again. It was getting late and we still had to float some more down the river. Almost at the end of the journey I suddenly realised that I had my camera with me and hadn't taken any pictures yet. So the pics are only from late in the afternoon. Once back on shore the sun was about to set, so we were able to enjoy the lovely view from a little plateau.