Tag Archives: Montana
Brief Fly-Fishing Guide to Kalispell: Guest Post
We’re finally in New Orleans settling back into our house again and trying to get used to having so much space and clothes!!!! I’ll write more once we get thoroughly back in the swing of things and our friends stop asking … Continue reading
Mini-guide to Kalispell, Montana
I leave Kalispell this Saturday, make a short stop in Atlanta to visit family and celebrate my 30th birthday, and then head back to our home-base in New Orleans. We’ve been living in Kalispell since July and it has been … Continue reading
Hope Lake is hopeless
This past weekend was my last in Montana. Guess what we did to bid me bon voyage? It involved flies, water, and peeing in the bushes. That’s right! We fished. We stayed at East Glacier and fished Hope Lake again on … Continue reading
Canning Disasters
About a month ago, I enrolled in a canning class at the local community college here in Kalispell. The class consisted of two 3 hour sessions and my thinking was that I would learn how to preserve and make jam out of all of the … Continue reading
The Keeper
How to avoid a Saturday morning hang-over: stay in a town where there is only one restaurant and it closes at 9:00 p.m. We were actually kicked out at 9:15 p.m. while trying to get in one last game of pool as three horses ate grass … Continue reading
Missoula, Montana
(Warning, Danielle! There’s blood in this post.) Last weekend we went to Missoula and fished the Bitterroot River. The Bitterroot is one of the prettiest and trickiest rivers we’ve fished thus far. Our guide, Mark, was on par with all of … Continue reading
The Rez
This weekend we went to the Blackfeet Indian Reservation and fly-fished with a great guide named Buckskin. We stayed in a nice motel in East Glacier that advertised air-conditioning as one of its amenities. I forget that air conditioning does not get … Continue reading
Rookies of the year
Huckleberries are like gold in Montana. Ask anyone and they won’t give up their huckleberry picking hot spots. Newbies to picking are not supposed to be able to find them on their first try. Enter me and the Southerner. Two … Continue reading
Montana, Finally
After driving for four days from New Orleans, we finally made it to Ft. Smith, Montana and the starting point of our summer adventure. I hate the word “adventure” but, hey, it’s not as pukey-sounding as “journey.” When we managed to wipe the … Continue reading
Summer Time
So the next few months are going to be utter craziness as the Southerner and I take off for Montana for the summer to work and do some fly-fishing. The very fact that I can’t decide whether or not to hyphenate the … Continue reading
Queen of the Savages 