It was great to spend time with my good friend and top rate fishing guide John Herzer of Blackfoot River Outfitters. I spent more than ten years guiding with John and we have stayed very close. He had some of his longest returning clients in town and thought it would be a nice treat for he and I to guide together. 
The Big Hole was tough with swelling water and tea colored clarity. But we persevered and caught some nice fish. All told, we landed less than thirty fish between two boats for three days. But we caught some hogs. John is holding a great fish that he guided Jim the one eyed poet into on the first day. We caught six fish over twenty, all under the surface.
The big hole can bee a hoot.
This was such a telling scene. A deer had tried to jump the fence and got caught up. It must have been an excruciating death. The fence had been around for decade. The heavy hand of man in the West was captured in this shot by Jim, the one eyed-poet.
Here is Jim with the last fish of the trip.
The big hole can bee a hoot.
This was such a telling scene. A deer had tried to jump the fence and got caught up. It must have been an excruciating death. The fence had been around for decade. The heavy hand of man in the West was captured in this shot by Jim, the one eyed-poet.
Here is Jim with the last fish of the trip.
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