It was my turn to fish, and we didn’t have much sunlight available. With Mark’s success on the sculpzilla, I tied one on and launched it in every spot I thought a fish would be holding. Nothing was taking my streamer, and Jim was having no luck with his nymph. I jumped behind the oars again while Mark took the front of the boat.
Jim jumped out to stop the boat as we piled into the takeout point. Colton’s buddy, Crazy Paul, had his truck there for a shuttle. Jim jumped in with them, and Mark and I stayed behind with the boats. The temperature dropped as Jim, Colton, and Crazy Paul returned to pull the boats out.
“We are going to get dinner at a small place nearby.” Colton invited, as he pointed at a lodge in the distance.
“We would love to, but we still need to get to West Yellowstone tonight.” I said, packing up the rest of our gear.
“Thanks for the invite tonight. It couldn’t have happened without you guys.” I said, as we said goodbye to Colton and Paul. We arrived at our destination near midnight and unpacked the truck quickly. We headed to bed soon after, in preparation for the next day’s fish on the Madison!