Time to get my cutthroat fix

I’m headed into the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone next week to get my cutthroat fix.

It’s a familiar spot. I’ve been fishing there for more than 40 years. The walls of the canyon are steep, and the river rushes between them, roaring in places, and pooling deep and green behind boulders in others. Trout rise from the depths like ghosts to eat my flies and tickle my fancy.

When I lived in Cooke City it was a place my friend Steve and I would fish on a moments notice. Now it takes a bit more planning.

And Steve won’t be going this year. Hobbled by a bad knee last summer he made the trip anyway...