The trouble with going to fly fishing heaven is…you really don’t want to mess it up

I’m here to make sure you don’t

There’s a lot of beauty in Montana, especially if it’s Montana trout you’re after. But there’s a bit of beast out here too.

Sometimes it’s a 500lb bundle of fur with sharp claws and a dim view of humans.

Other times, it’s a weather system that gives the distinct impression that it’s not too keen on you either.

And if you turn up unprepared…well, this isn’t Fifth Avenue. Whether it’s those ideal Montana flies, local knowledge, or just a new rain jacket you need, cruising around in a rental car hoping you’ll “stumble across something” isn’t really the smart play.

No, if you’re coming to fish Montana, you’re coming to heaven, and the pressure’s on to be ready. So you don’t miss the best parts. Or bump into the bad ones.

Because one week of missed opportunities and 51 weeks of kicking yourself isn’t a great equation.