Cliff looking for rising trout about ten years ago.
It was really tough shitty that particular last week of July. Not too good either.
But Cliff did not fall off the turnip truck yesterday.
Seek and he shall find.
He is in the small cadre of non-local-locals that have seen it all. And all before you and I, and others arrived. At least in my book.
Always good to see you standing on the bank Cliff.
It seems right.
Ed Note: Cliff is still fishing here. I love seeing guys and gals that have been frequenting the river for decades, and decades. Cliff qualifies. Many others do too. Love seeing them on the bank, in the bar, parked on the side of the road deep in bug conversations…
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wow! can’t sneak around anywhere! yes it was tough but that’s the mo. thanks mark
One of the best things about the Mo isn’t the fish, its the place it puts you in if your head is in the right place.
For me it puts my head in the right place.
It’s been tough all over Montana for the past couple of weeks. I’m sooo over summertime. Bring on fall and winter!
Awesome Cliffy!!!
I like standing there in February!
Met Cliff 4 years ago at joes bar – despite being 29 years old at the time , we became fast friends. Donated a dollar to the wall of joes in honor of Cliff. Headed to Craig tomorrow and can’t wait to grab a beer with him again. This sport/hobby/passion of ours draws us close together in our endless pursuit of trout. Thanks for the post honoring a loyal Craig warrior.
He’s terrific!
One day I hope to have that same level of street cred as Cliff. Give me time, I’ll get there.