The days leading up to the trip seemed to draw out the closer it got but finally Thursday afternoon came and it was time to hit the road. I lit up the first of many fine cigars on the trip as I headed north to meet up with Greg Senyo. The plan was to crash out early at his house, to get ready for the long travel day, but instead we put down a fair number of Yuengs and tied flies for far too long. Instead of getting a good nights rest we got more of a short nap in before heading to Detroit Metro and jumping on a plane headed west.
We made it in to Sheridan, via Denver, in good time and got right through to the car. As it turns out they were unaware that to keep the sprinkler water outside of the vehicle would require the windows to be closed...so after closing said windows and drying off the front we hit the road and were in Buffalo in no time. After dropping by the Sports Lure to load up on the local fly favorites we had a great dinner at the Winchester Steakhouse and then called it early since the morning would come soon.
If you could get a few good drifts through promising water though then the fish were out to eat!
Kelly was spot on as always. It is great to be able to spend the day on the water with a good friend like him that just happens to also be a first rate guide.
Just one day on Wyoming trout water and all the stress had melted away. The ride back was a mix of excited stories about fish landed and missed, along with long periods of silence as I was the only one awake and driving the car. Once back we had a quick dinner and then I grabbed a sixer of Fat Tire (can't not have some while I am there) and we geared up in the room for day two. As we drifted off we all joked that there was no way it could get any better, but I was smiling an chuckling knowing that was not the case as the next day would also be amazing.
The shots from day two should be cleaned up in the next few days and posted. It was a new stretch of water for me that I was told was spectacular, and they were not wrong.