The Missouri River is known the world ‘round for its large brown trout, feisty rainbows, and cowboy attitude. This is where the cool kids come to play, fishing under the endless big sky and basking in legendary hatches thick enough to coat vehicles and determined enough to survive the Great Plains wind.
The rhythm of the river replaces the 9-to-5 of a normal workday; hours can be kept by the daily ebb and flow of guides in and out of Craig, the epicenter of fishing in central Montana. A small town of thirty-odd year round residents, Craig consists solely of three fly shops, one bar, one seasonal restaurant and one mechanic. This is the land of trout, where flies and tippet are the talk of the town, and a new drift boat is worthy of an honorary round at the bar.
While some people come and go, fluxing with the seasons like migrating birds, a select few remain throughout the Montana winter, trading dry flies for articulated streamers and five-weights for switch rods. Flip flops disappear, replaced by waders and an endless supply of long underwear. For those who choose to make their home on the Missouri River front, living by the seasons and the river, trout fishing is both a language and a lifestyle.
Headhunters Fly Shop has become the “go zone” in Craig. Home to an A-Team of guides, a fly bar well-stocked enough to make any angler drool, and free coffee, the shop has championed the trout-bum lifestyle. Saturday bar-be-ques, a perennially-stocked beer cooler and a surfboard table complete the island vibe, a vibe that translates directly into the people that live and work around the shop.
Jessica McGlothlin (a.k.a. Fire Girl Photography) is a freelance photojournalist and writer. She considers Montana home but is a wanderer at heart. She is currently based out of Vermont, working as the outdoor copywriter for Orvis, and continuing to grow her freelance work full-throttle. More of her work can be found at www.FireGirlPhotography.com.
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ginkthefly replied on Permalink
We don't see enough of this
We don't see enough of this sort of thing. One of the best parts of fly fishing is the culture. The people. The places. It's not just about the fish.
It's not like Craig and the Mo weren't already on my bucket list, but it just moved up a few notches.
Jess McGlothlin replied on Permalink
Glad you enjoyed it, Gink.
Glad you enjoyed it, Gink. Definitely put them on your bucket list.
JT replied on Permalink
Great images.
Great images.
God, I need to get to the Missouri this year.
Booze (and lots of it, apparently), cussing, fighting, dogs and fat trout: what more motivation could I possibly need?
Jess McGlothlin replied on Permalink
JT, what more could you need
JT, what more could you need indeed. I'm making myself homesick looking through these images again!
stabler replied on Permalink
Is that the normal color of
Is that the normal color of that scuplin, or is it white like that because it is partially digested?
Jess McGlothlin replied on Permalink
Stabler, partially digested.
Stabler, partially digested. If you look behind the sculpin, you'll see a brown trout in the net. The sculpin came from the trout's mouth. Greedy bugger.
stabler replied on Permalink
Thanks, Jess.
Thanks, Jess.
So the normal color of that sculpin would be ... ?
Jess McGlothlin replied on Permalink
Stabler, they tend to match
Stabler, they tend to match body color to the terrain... often dark olive or brown / tan. It varies. But they are always fun to fish!
Jerry replied on Permalink
Missouri River
Man I'm going go have to make it there someday.
Jess McGlothlin replied on Permalink
Jerry, it's well worth the
Jerry, it's well worth the trip. Any time.
Wferguson2263 replied on Permalink
On my list...
A trip to Craig, Headhunters and the MO is at the top of my list! Thanks for the great images of a special place.
Jess McGlothlin replied on Permalink
So glad you enjoyed them! Be
So glad you enjoyed them! Be certain to make it over one of these days... it is indeed a pretty special place.
Todd Tanner replied on Permalink
For Chad S. and Mike S.
Chad & Mike, had some new gear to write about. Drove over from western Montana last Friday (Feb. 13th). Weather was nice, no snow on the ground in Craig. Pulled up to the river around 1:30, changed into my waders, debated on fishing in a t-shirt - it was 60+ degrees - and proceeded to stick big fish on dries, nymphs and streamers. Saturday was a little windy, and a bit cooler, but smoked them on nymphs. Sunday was a classic Missouri winter day, with a wet snow falling and no wind. Fished midge clusters on top all day long. Caught more big fish than I could count. Drove home on Sunday afternoon.
What was the name of that classic Pink Floyd album? Oh, that's right ... Wish You Were Here.
By the way, nice piece, Jess. Made me smile.
Chad Shmukler replied on Permalink
I think you send weary
I think you send weary anglers to the grass-choked, August Missouri just so you can spend the next couple of years before they return gloating about days like this.
Well played, Tanner.
Todd Tanner replied on Permalink
You know me, Chad. I'm like
You know me, Chad. I'm like every other angler. If my lips are moving, I'm lying. I made it all up. The Mo sucked. It was horrid. Terrible. A large, roiling disappointment of epic proportions. After 3 days of disastrous fishing, I'm never going back.
Until next time.
FireGirl_Jess replied on Permalink
Tanner nailed it. Don't
Tanner nailed it. Don't bother. Terrible fishing. Bad scenery. No bar scene. Skip it.
'Cause if you go, it's going to stick with you.
Cheers, guys. Glad you enjoyed it.
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