Posted on April 08 2007
In search of skwalas and early season hints of fly fishing’s Holy Grail, Charlie Meyers mounted a trip to six rivers in four western U.S. states recently. Not surprisingly, he found the weather not always amenable to fishing, but the solitude unparalleled. “This storm clung like a vampire, causing a vexed angler to pass great rivers without removing his rod from its case. Near Ennis, Mont., where Angus calves huddled like licorice drops atop a foot of snow, the famed Madison River flashed whitecaps in a 40-mph wind.” In the Denver Post.