Falling in love - with a river

Falling in Love – with a River

Ed Note: Today on the Headhunters Blog we have a guest writer. A good friend of ours Mark wrote this 5 years ago. A re-post today as I find this a good read. Thanks Mark! That day is today. Mark is a great angler that fishes, a bunch! You gotta fish a bundle to be good. And Mark is.

Thanks Mark for scribing this article about Mother Mo. Enjoy the beginning of November article on the Headhunters Blog.

Falling in love – with a river.

I have to admit/fess up that I’m in love with the Missouri River.  It didn’t happen fast.  It wasn’t a love at first sight deal.  It took a while.  As a lifelong Montana resident there were just too many other things/places which kept me from making a pass at the ol’ girl.

Our first real meeting was about 14 years ago.  A quick stop while on a business trip.  I knew nothing about her, but still managed to catch a fish below Gary Cooper Bridge on an olive wooly buggar.  A person could call it a flirtatious introduction.

It wasn’t until 10 years ago that I met her again.  We were supposed to target walleye below the dam.  Failure on that aspect led to a float out to Craig.  I knew nearly nothing about her, but still managed to catch some fish.  Nice fish. Large fish, hard fighting fish. It was at that point that she piqued my curiosity enough to try and continue the relationship.  To the point that on business trips nearby, I would ensure that I was geared up to properly pursue my continuing education with her.

On that trip, and all others since, I have come to know a fair portion of the Headhunters gang. Their unfailing willingness to give pointers, to even tell some secrets, has certainly been a key point in allowing me to solidify my relationship with the river.  In truth I would not have the same relationship with the river that I do without their participation, and encouragement to continue to chase this gal. I may have MET her, but they officially introduced me to her.

I have fished all over this state, creeks, rivers and lakes, some I have forgotten about, some I continue to see on occasion, some favorites I spend a good deal of time with.  But the main draw is still the Missouri.  It has become the gauge I use to determine the quality of the fishing.  Not all can be compared to the river of course, a creek with 14” brook trout is just not the same experience.  Not a bad experience, can even be a great experience, just different.

Of course the Missouri, like all ladies, can be a fickle………..river.  You can, and likely will given enough time, get blown off the river.  That’s Central Montana, perfect weather one day, screaming wind the next.  Or snow, or below zero temps.  But getting through those rough times is what makes a relationship stronger.  A typical long-term relationship.  Long enough that sometimes you know you shouldn’t be making that long drive, in terrible conditions just to see her, but you do anyway.

Now, after a solid 8-year relationship, I know more about her, much more.  Do I know everything?  Absolutely not, who does in any relationship?  Are there still surprises?  Certainly.  Disappointments?  Of course! But they come fewer and further between at this stage in the dating game.  We’ve reached a sense of comfort with each other now.  Too old for either one to change, and neither one asking for a change.

And, you know you are still completely and totally smitten when you reach the point that you think of her, and your next visit together, every single day that goes by.

Yep, that’s love.

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  • Richard Raisler
    November 29, 2018 11:53 am

    Nice article Mark! Falling in love is life’s grandest adventure.To continue your line of thought, a long term relationship requires giving by both parties. You mentioned several examples of Ol’ Mo giving. What can the angler give?….C&R angling with barbless hooks, keep’em wet, eliminate “grip and grin photos, self limiting catch numbers, becoming a everyday conservationist, protecting and restoring riparian zones, understanding river flows and water temperatures, using less carbon fuels???……there is ample opportunity.

  • Completely agree Richard. As I get older it seems like I gravitate towards those efforts as well. Even small things like taking along an extra garbage bag to pick up the empty cans/bottles/trash helps.
    And yes, the MO has tons of ‘ample’ opportunities! Fond of doing that as well! Sorry, couldn’t help myself.

  • I first read of the Missouri below Holter in ’82/83 and finally made it out in 7/89. After my initial shock, it was love a week every year! Now that I get to drive out and spend 3 weeks plus it’s really awesome!! Those were the days when you could count drift boats on one hand and dinner was frozen pizza at Joes! Ahhh, lasting memories and may have even have remembered a punk blond troutbum.

  • Mark & Mark A & Every Individual Who Has Written on Love & Missouri – THANK YOU !!! Thought Provoking

    There is nothing we experience in our lifetimes as exciting, long-lasting, fulfilling, all encompassing, intoxicating, and decant, while at the same time as pure, as being granted the opportunity to “fall in love” with someone and/or something…It would not be surprising if most people confuse, or perhaps find little difference in, the concepts of love and falling in love … and I believe with certainly that to most the statement of falling in love with a river would at best be interpreted as hyperbole, and perhaps more likely confusing… however to those who have experienced the wonder and beauty of Montana Rivers, many of which seemingly defy physics by folding inwardly upon the souls that truly seek the notional value of peace and calm experienced “long and unhedged”, falling in love with a river is much more than loving to catch a lot of trout, or loving to catch large trout … I love to watch a pure shooter shoot an open 3…I love to read books by Peter Heller… I love my step mother… I love bourbon with an espresso soaked cigar while sitting on a bank scanning for a rise…I love 10 mile runs in brisk 45 degree mornings…but I feel in love with a beautiful woman who would become my wife my everything of 38 years… I feel in love with the evening rise on the Railroad Ranch overlooking the Tetons which seemingly move closer as the evening goes on… and I have fallen in love with the Missouri River and it’s inseparable Towns of Craig and Wolf Creek , along side the simple yet distinctive pillars of those communities… the flyshops (Headhunters), bars, and restaurants… without which I would simply Love the Missouri and it’s incredibly beautiful and ridiculously numerous and large trout… peace calm we don’t take ya for granted

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