Monday, December 27, 2010

Backyard Flow

The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders. - Edward Abbey

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas!

Santa with a nice winter fish from last year.
Merry Christmas from Evolution Anglers!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Top 10 worst gifts to give the fisherman in your life

With Christmas being three days away I thought I might touch on an important subject; the giving of gifts to a fisherman. While it has never happened to me I have heard the horror stories of gifts given by a certain in-law/neighbor/crazy uncle/stalker in your life who know that you love to fly fish. I figured I would help the fore-mentioned with their gift giving this year by composing a list of gifts NOT to give to ANY flyfisherman. ever.

10. The Nogin' Net
9. Big Mouth Billy Bass

Because Americans don't waste enough plastic as is!

8. Shirt with a stupid fishing saying.


"A bad day fishing . . . "

"Born to fish, forced to work"

7. Fake fishing creel
Not only does the modern fisherman never use a creel. But it looks just plain stupid to decorate with one!

6. the Rocket Fishing Rod


Not so much fun when Dad chucks it across the lake when it brakes for the 14th time.

5. The RC Fishing Pole

As most gear fisherman know, most species of fish are attracted to whirling of tiny motors

4. Bass-O-Matic '76


Ok this actually might be a good gift.

3.A stupid fishing hat
(implied face palm)

2. Rapala We Fish

What you couldn't find a NASCAR game? Plus you know id rather spend an entire day yelling at middle schoolers online while playing Call of Duty.

1. The Wunder Boner


Just watch the video

Steelhead; Rat Terriers, Hate Blue.

I've been cleaning up and organizing my fly tying room, and had a nice pile of random feathers and flash on the ground the other day when I took off and left the door open.  Seizing an opportunity my rat terrier Ruby started exploring a room she isn't often allowed into.  With many different colorful and shiny options for a chew toy, Ruby went straight for a Kingfisher Blue grizzly saddle.  Fortunately no serious damage was done, and only a handful of feathers were plucked from the saddle, none ruined.
The aftermath.


This is not the first time that some blue materials have been attacked by Ruby, the first was a pack of blue guinea that got strewn across my living room.  Both times she had the opportunity to chew on a bunch of different steelhead colors,  and both times she chose blue. Apparently steelhead aren't the only things out there that have to crush blue when given the opportunity.
Sure, I look innocent crashed in the bow of a skiff, but wait till there's some blue feathers around.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Backyard Flow

Evening on the Beaverhead in our backyard captured by my wife, the fish therapist.
“You can’t watch a sunset and then go set fire to your neighbor’s teepee. Living close to nature is good for your mental health.”- Ishmael

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Semifinals Steelhead Bug!

Eastern goes up against Villanova tomorrow at 5:05 pm in the FCS semifinals, at home in the inferno.  Tying a red fly the past few weeks as they have made their playoff run has been good luck, so here is this weeks:  Howell's signature intruder, inferno edition.  'Yard over at the shootinghead threw up a clip of Scott Howell tying his signature intruder, and I have always dug the pattern although don't fish it much.  You can just tell by looking at it, and knowing who the creator is, that is a fishy bug. Hopefully I'll be tying a championship inferno fly soon. Go Eagles!
Inferno Howell Signature Intruder.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Calm before the storm

Yesterday I finally took advantage of the warm front that has been blowing out all of the steelhead rivers back home, but has been making for some great fishing weather in SWMT, and ran up to the Ruby.  A small stream compared to the other local waters, the Ruby is very intimate and as a tailwater that acts like a freestone has nice trout and is unfrozen all winter.  It's a great escape when it is above the 0 degree mark, and especially nice on days like yesterday when there isn't a gust of wind.  As I was leaving I checked the weather to find a winter storm warning, and went ahead as planned.  I got lucky and enjoyed 2 hours of calm, warm fishing and ran into the nasty on my way home.

Winter water, slower is better.

Cold Brown

Better than the couch

Made it home before this caught up to me.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Taggers in the Big Hole

This past 12 months Montana FWP partnered with the Big Hole Watershed Committee and the Big Hole River Foundation and tagged approximately 2500 trout in the Big Hole River.  When you caught a tagged fish you were encouraged to write down the number from the tag place it in a drop box located at all of the various takeouts and public access points.  FWP would then take the data for their use and send you information about the trout you caught.

I had forgotten about the program until I got my mail on Saturday and there was an envelope from FWP with information from one of the tagged trout I reported.  This trout was a brown caught on August 31st in the Melrose area and was originally tagged March 30, 2010.  At the time I caught it we taped it at 15".  The FWP data from March had the trout recorded at 14.4" and weighing .93 lbs.
Nice surprise in the mail.  Also, one of the better misspellings of my last name.

Wanting more info about this trout and the program I called the local fisheries bio who was nice enough to answer some questions for me.  The bio said that fish in the Big Hole were tagged in the fall of 2009, spring of 2010 and fall of 2010.  He said that the growth of .6" was typical for trout through out the system and that the growth rate was higher in the lower Big Hole than the upper.  The bio also said that the higher growth rate in the lower Big Hole is due to several different factors including water temps, food sources (mmm, crayfish) and fish population densities.

Dave showing what a 15" Big Hole brown in the Melrose stretch looks like.
It's pretty cool to see a state agency working with local conservation groups to help manage a resource and using the public to gather information.  The letter that I received said that data from the project will be available in late spring, and I think it should be pretty interesting.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Eagles win again!

EWU won their second playoff game yesterday in OT against North Dakota State (who beat MSU Bozeman) and advanced to the Division I FCS semifinals against Villanova in Cheney, WA next weekend.  Like last week I wrapped a red fly Friday afternoon, this time a red hohbo spey.  If they keep winning I'm going to actually start fishing red steelhead flies, just because I'll have a bunch.  Go Eags!

Red Hohbo Spey.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Copper and Steel

This past fall I had an experience that I was hoping to share here, but didn't have enough of the pieces to write about it.  Well, yesterday while cleaning out my tying stuff I found one of the pieces, an old copper vibrax spinner, and so here we go.

I was guiding a 509 area steelhead river 5 years ago at the beginning of November on one of those days that are perfect and make you realize why fall is the best time of year.  There was a light haze in the sky, warm enough to fish in a hoody and not a soul on the river.  About midway through the day we got a bite in a zone that we missed one in the day before, but our luck was better the second time, and we buttoned her up.  Only about a 4 pound fish it was not the biggest steelhead of the day, in fact it was the smallest, but it was a beauty of a little tributary hen and fought like a wild fish should.  When I went to unhook the fly from her mouth I noticed something that was not ours in the corner of it's jaw: a copper vibrax spinner.
Yeah, that is not the fly we were fishing.
I carefully removed our fly as well as her other, more punk, lip piercing and sent her on here way.  This fish with the copper spinner in its mouth got me thinking about steelhead behavior.  To start with, I was amazed that with the vibrax in her grill, this fish was still biting things.  This seemed to me to be a good testament at how effective catch and release fishing can be.  If a fish can still eat with a #4 vibrax in it's lip, a quick, friendly release probably does little harm (if done properly).  Secondly, I knew that copper spoons and the such work, but there is nothing like pulling a fly, or spinner in this case, out of a steelheads mouth to give you instant confidence.  I started thinking about copper swinging flies, and a way to immitate that vibrax.
Brothers from another mother.
Fast forward to 5 years later.  I had not forgotten about the copper spinner 5 years prior, but had not really focused on such flashy bugs.  After a summer of fishing ridiculously shiny streamers for trout and finding a fly called the Prom Dress from Scotty Howell, I started tying some copper and super flashy streamers for fall steelhead fishing.  The copper version turned out particularly well, and was sure to see some action.

The first two days of November this fall I planned on spending 2 days on the same river with my buddy Steve.  After finding a couple of fish, Steve and I were swinging the run that the copper-eating fish rested in before we got her 5 years ago.  Although I wanted to run the copper fly I tied for nostalgia, I opted for an egg sucker that I had much more confidence in.  In this particular run there is a large boulder in the riffle above it that creates a nice buttery seam down the middle of the river.  There is also a slow cut bank on the far side, and a boulder pile in the bottom left corner, which is where I routinely hook fish if they are there.  About halfway through the run, and almost to the sweet spot, I let go of my running line at the wrong time and send my leech into the tree on the far bank (sounds cool, but really not that far of a cast).  After a good firm yank and the snapping sound of 10lb maxima losing it's arm wrestling match to a tree limb, I reached for the copper fly as a replacement.
Waiting...
About 10 casts later I got that familiar tug, right in the sweet outside corner pocket.  One of those pulls that really doesn't feel much different than the bottom, but somehow you can tell it's not an aggressive rock.  I let a small amount of loop go and came tight to that great feeling of a steelhead shaking it's head.  Unfortunately that feeling did not last much longer, and after a quick run down and across the tailout the fish bum rushed me up the inside bank, and slacked off before I could come tight again.  I would like to think that it was another spunky little hen, like the one that inspired me to tie the fly it had just inhaled, but who knows.  Although the fish did not come to hand, or even give me a show, it was rewarding to hook a fish on a copper fly in the same spot that inspired me to tie the fly.  Besides, I had just read a great article on Coach K  who said you remember the losses more than the wins.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Go Eagles!

The Inferno Leech, ala EWU's new red turf.

With football in Washington State being incredibly weak the the past few years, and the upcoming apple cup that everyone is so excited about (Last place Cougs vs. fifth place Huskies, woohoo, yawn!) I would like to point out that there is a Washington football team that is playing for something important this weekend.  And it's a college team, playing in a football tournament, the way it should be! (suck it BCS). The Eastern Washington University Eagles play their first round playoff game at home on the red turf known as The Inferno this Saturday 1:05pm against Southeast Missouri St.  The Eagles are coming in seeded 5th and with a win will play the winner of ND State/Montana State, which could potentially be in Bozeman.  As an Eagle Alum and long time Washington resident it is great to see a team playing this year for something other than a bid to the Preparation H Bowl.  In honor of the playoff game I wrapped up a couple of winter swinging bugs in Red, and you can also find a clip of the red turf below.  Go Eagles!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Keeping the lights on.

While I think it's great that there has been a big push of younger anglers the past few years, it is definitely not the 20-30 year old "trout bums" that are keeping the lights on in your local fly shop.  The Kingfisher in Missoula (a great fly shop with friendly shop guys and one of the best tying sections in the state) recognizes who pays their bills, as is evidenced in their bathroom.

Like any good fly shop, neither of them were on the right time.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Hopper conspiracy?

I know that it is no longer trout season for alot of folks, and I am struggling to think about something besides steelhead right now as well, but as I was looking through some pics from this past summer I was reminded about how poor hopper fishing was.  Actually, poor is an understatement, abysmal or non-existent would be a better description.  The lack of YPA toilet bowl flushes and CFO Ant explosions this past summer has to be the result of one thing: a government conspiracy against hopper fishing.
See that big shiny streamer, it should have been a hopper!

You probably remember the article in the Wall Street Journal this past March that sparked the talk in the fishing community about the "epic hopper hatch" and doomed good hopper fishing for our part of the world, and from what I understand many other parts of the west.  As fisherman we tend to be a superstitious group if for no other reason that something to blame bad fishing on, and I should have know that when an epic hopper infestation is predicted at a federal level, hopper fishing is going to be jinxed.  This prediction resulted in a jinx far beyond that of talking about a good run before you get there (guaranteed double tangle).  This jinx was the equivalent of closing down the local Winston plant so that a banana distributor could operate for the summer.

To help with next years fishing I am going to go ahead and make some insect predictions now:

Due to the amount of cheap beer spilt in the upper Big Hole from Buttians throwing rapalas from rafts there will be no salmonflies on the Big Hole.

There will be no PMD's on the upper Beaverhead becuase of the toxic level of split shot from a summers worth of drop-shot rigs and size 27 splitbacks left in the bottom of the river.

All crayfish and sculpins will be flushed out of the Jefferson and Madison valley's during high water.

If my predictions are as accurate as last summers "epic hopper hatch" that should about cover it for next year.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Bumper Sticker from TroutHunter

Modobi, local Scott/Nautilus/Solitude rep, sideburns aficionado and speycaster, showing off a sticker he found down in Idaho at Trouthunters.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Casting for a cure ebay auction




My buddy Kirk over at Unaccomplished Angler, who also happens to be the author of the Olive the Woolly Bugger Series, and a top notch graphic design artist (He created our logo) sent me an email letting me know about this ebay auction he put together for Casting For A Cure and to help get the word out.  I knew a little about Casting For a Cure and that it is a fundraising organization to fight Rett Syndrome, but here is Kirk's description:




Casting 4 A Cure is a tremendous organization comprised of folks who love kids and fly fishing. The passion for one benefits the love for the other as fly fishing serves as a vehicle to raise much-needed funding for the International Rett Syndrome Foundation.
Rett Syndrome is a cruel neurodevelopmental disorder which begins to show its affects in infancy or early childhood. It is seen almost exclusively in females, although it can occur rarely in boys.  The disorder severely disrupts gross and fine motor skills as well as robbing the girls of their ability to speak and communicate with the outside world.  Seizures and breathing problems can also be prevailing symptoms. It affects every aspect of a family’s life, as our girls are dependent upon us for almost everything, from helping feed them to helping them get around, bathing, and most other daily tasks that most of us take for granted.
Here is a link to the Ebay Auction, which includes a Scandolous Stick's Fly Rod, a Redington Reel, Rio Line, a Kids fishing DVD as well as the full collection of Olive The Woolly Bugger Book's written and signed by Kirk.  If you are thinking about getting a Kid into fly fishing for Christmas, this would be a great set-up for them to start with and the money would go to an awesome cause.  Hurry up and get bidding, the auction ends Dec. 2nd.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Tarpon: The Movie

I know that I am way late on this being re-released, but I picked up a copy of TARPON late this summer and finally sat down and watched it about a week ago, and it is incredible!  It is an awesome movie from beginning to end, and when you think about the fact that it came out in the early 1970's it is even more amazing.  Thomas Mcguane, Jim Harrison and a group of guys that are thoroughly baked (from the sun, and maybe some other stuff) running around the Keys slamming tarpon on rods that looks like they have more flex than a modern 5wt and reels definitely don't have modern 10 layer ceramic/titanium/costyourleftballsium drags.  The editing and soundtrack (By Jimmy Buffett) is great, and more importantly it has a strong focus on conserving these incredible fish.  These days there are some great fishing film makers out there, and there are a ton of guys running around trying to get great, and they could all definitely benefit from watching this film.  Being able to look back at everything these guys were doing almost 40 years ago from the filming to the gear and the fishing is definitely worth the $35.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The ultimate guide rig

Although you don't see as many guides using them as you would think, it's hard to argue against the fact that a Suburban is the ultimate guide vehicle.  It comfortably holds a mountain of gear, 2 clients, rods completely set up, and you can sleep in the back when your wife/significant other kicks you out. Although the shiny new suburbans are sweet with dvd players and onstar and 22" rims, my buddy Tyler has the ultimate guide rig: A 1978 camo suburban.
The Shuttle drivers should pay you to drive this sweet ride!
Thanks to some car problems this fall I was able to spend about a week guiding out of the Suburban, and it was sweet.  Once I got her fired up, the CD player kicked on Lynard Skynard's Sweet Home Alabama  started blaring which was the perfect soundtrack for this rig.  In the back of the Suburban, next to a sub-woofer with a trout cutout in the side, there was a cliff bugger barn loaded with nasty home rolled streamers.  Of course when you drive a camo suburban, all you do is throw streamers!  Here are a couple more of the benefits of fishing out of a camo suburban.

Instant respect from clients:  If you are fishing with new people there is always a moment of uncertainty from them about your personality/abilities/etc.  When you say "Hey, I'll help you grab your gear, I'm parked over there with the Camo Suburban" they instantly know that you are legit, and any uncertainties are gone.

"What happens on the Bighole, stays on the Bighole"
Roll down rear window with aftermarket rod holders:  There's no worrying about your rod holder's suction cup failing and 4 grand worth graphite hitting the freeway when you have PVC tubing, a rope and bungey cords screwed into the roof of your suburban.  Combined with the roll down rear window is a perfect rod system.
10 footers?  No Big Deal!
Pimp my ride quality attention to detail:  The all camo paint job makes sure that you are not missed on your way to the river, but it's the small attention to detail that you notice when you are driving.  The suburban has functional accessory like the heavy duty floor mats that protect the stylish carpet or the bungey cord that keeps the 4-wheel drive lever in place.  Some of the finer points are not quite as function and nothing says class like the door lock, which would make Hugh Heffner himself proud.  The playboy lock is a symbol to the amount of partying that this ultimate guide rig has been involved in.
I don't know where he found this, but in 1978 it was probably standard equipment.




Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Fishing beer bread

It's getting dark damn early already in SWMT which means it's time so eat good food, drink, and hang out with the few friends that are as crazy as we are to live year round in the Ruby valley.  This time of year when I'm not wrapping bugs, catching some frozen browns or influencing the minds of Twin Bridges youth (substitute teaching) I spend a lot of time in the kitchen. One of the easiest things I make is beer bread.  The recipe is incredibly simple and it creates a great thick bread that does an excellent job of soaking up soup or chili.  Of course when making beer bread (which takes one bottle of beer in the recipe, and several in me) I opt for one of the fishing themed montana beers.  This past week I went for the Double Haul IPA, and it was good, but I think the best so far has been Moose Drool beer bread.  Here's the recipe I've used, and it doesn't get any easier, give it a try: Recipe.
Double Haul beer bread and chicken corn chowder.  Makes the winter go by a little quicker.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Mills Mojo

The delay between posts is because I have been out in the 509 for the past three weeks rowing and swinging.  Last tuesday after an excellent day on the Klick with good friend Steve, we awoke to a chocolate milkshake flowing by the Stinson boat ramp (3rd blow out for us in 3 years running).  Rather than sour the taste of you good day prior by fishing in the mud, we decided to pack it in and I headed north.

The initial jump from this fish was awesome!

I arrived at my new location about 3 and met up with Brazdel for a little evening spey casting and we proceeded to go 0-3.  Thanks to an alignment of stars, Brazdel and I both had the following day off and went on an exploratory swing float.
Beauty of a Bull for Jethro.

The first run we got to was our Mojo run from the night before, and as I looked into my fly box I grabbed a black/blue swinging bug that my buddy Mills had given me the week before.  Black and blue is always a go to for me, and at this point my buddy Mills' steelhead fishing was done for the year because his wife was due for their first child any day.  I stepped into the bucket and made about a dozen casts I felt my fly tap two rocks, swing another five feet, and then one of those tugs that feels like a rock, but more like a green and red and silver rock then the moss covered, fly-losing kind.  I let a little loop go (rare occurrence for me) and came tight.  A couple minutes later I slid a beautifully colored hatchery fish onto the bank with the black and blue Mills' bug in the top of it's mouth.  After I dispatched of the fish and took a couple quick shots, I texted Mills a picture of his fly on the cherry gill plate of the fish and thanked him for the good bug.  His response was equally as exciting to me as the fish: "Sweet.  At the hospital, it's go time!"  The next day I received a picture of their new huge (Josh is nearly 7' tall) baby boy!  Congratulations to both  Josh and Kallie and their new, healthy baby!  I know that the joy of their special day transfered some mojo to the fly Josh had given me the week before.  For more about baby mills, and a great piece that Josh wrote for Deneki outdoors about his new son, check out Millsfly.

Thanks Mills!


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Two brothers

Many older brothers teach their younger siblings the finer points in life. How to throw a spiral, hit a curve ball, talk to girls and how to get out of trouble. Mine has taught me one thing well over the last years and that is; how to catch steelhead. Whether it was what nymphs to use or how to spey cast I can admit that everything I know about fishing I inherited from my older brother.

With that said, it is always a good trip when the two of us get together and are able to fish. The trip started on a Thursday after when I met up with AO for an afternoon spey session. I met AO riverside where he was waiting with the raft and I with the tall boys. We set off and were able to swing some nice water with no luck.

I met up with Jergens after waiting at his truck on the side of the road. A quick trip to camp to change and we were off to town to get some beer and burgers. At the bar we ate drank and watched game 5 of the NLCS as we planed the next days trip.

Friday morning had us up early, and after a quick breakfast of pop-tarts and luke warm coffee we were on our way. We spent the majority of the day swinging the usual suspect of runs with no luck. Shortly before lunch I was able to stick one nymphing (after getting fed up of not getting any on the long rod.)




















This leads us to the highlight of the day. Jergens was skating dries on one of the last runs of the day and I was observing up river while waiting at the raft. Then it happened! The gurgler skated across the water and i saw movement behind the fly and then the eruption as the fly accelerated away from the fishes mouth. Yup thats right pulled out just in time (not in the good way.) Its not everyday you get to see steelhead come to the surface for a skated fly and must admit it was truly amazing to witness.


Sure we didn't catch fish like we might have last season and I would be lying if I said it isn't all about catching fish. But there is something to be said about spending the day on the water with my brother. A day when nothing else maters. Where I don't have to think about work or grad school applications a day where all that matters is catching fish, telling jokes, taking pictures, and enjoying the outdoors.


Thursday, October 14, 2010

September anchor swim



After a malfunctioning anchor clip let my 40lbs lead block stay seated on the bottom of the Big Hole, we located the anchor and the only retrieval method was me going for a swim.  As you can tell from the amount of clothes everyone else has on it was definitely not the warmest September day, but when you have a good anchor, it's always worth swimming for.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Fall

Without question fall is my favorite time of year, with September being the best part of the fall to me.  After a cold summer, we have had an amazing indian summer, and although it's the 11th of October it still feels like mid-September.  One of the benefits of this late summer came as some of our best hopper fishing all year on first three days of October.  Only a couple more days of trout fishing and ripping streamers before it's time to migrate west and swing some fall steelhead.  I've got the spey rods ready to rock, and have some new swinging bugs inspired by some of our best trout streamers this summer.   Here's a couple of recent pics from SWMT.

Beautiful weather and not a soul around!
Pre-spawn brown that crashed a streamer at the surface.  Love those fall colors.



Monday, September 27, 2010

HEY! You can't do that!

Found this a while ago. Still haven't decided what to do about it.

That picture of Shawn on check who is Ro'ing is a photo I snapped last summer.

The original photo, it even looks like they tweaked to saturate the photo more.


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

That's a big brown, eh?

Had two different groups of Canadian's last week, and apparently our brothers to the north have some serious first fish Mojo. But, catching a good one for the first fish of the day has it's up's and downs.  Jamie followed up his big one with a streamer crushfest, and the best day of trout fishing I have seen this summer.  Kevin's big brown apparently put a curse on our for for an hour or two, as fishing sucked it until about noon, and then we made up for lost time, including some good hopper eats.
Jamie's first fish of the day, and the only MT trout I have ever seen legitimately go into the backing.  Ate a YPA Hopper at the boat launch.

Kevin got the biggest trout I've seen hit the net this summer for his first fish of the day.  Taped in at 24" and pretty much shut down fishing for the next two hours.





Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Wedding week wrap-up!

As some of you know, this has been a crazy summer for me because my GF and I got married at the end of August.  Each day after guiding I came home and had a different wedding task, some enjoyable, some frustrating (who knew lime green dress shirts pretty much don't exist?).  After all of the planning it turned out to be the most incredible week of my life, with great memories and a lot of good times with friends and family.

The week kicked off with a bachelor party trip to the S.F. of the Snake. Shawnage and D-lowe arrived from Hawaii and Missouri respectively, and  C-squad and Seng arranged for us to do the 25 mile, two-day canyon float, and camp out at the Cottonwood Camp of World Cast Angler's, which was not occupied by guided clients so we were able to camp out in their wall tents.  We rolled into camp about 6 p.m. and were welcomed by camp chef Carlos, a large plate of baked brie, and all of the beer and wine we could drink.  Carlos grilled up some giant rib-eyes that were exceptional, and after getting our money's worth from the all-you-can-drink we crashed out in our cots.

Chillin' after a lunch time wiener roast.
The next day we got up relatively early and started our float out.  Both days gave us some incredible PMD hatches, and it was amazing to see how skinny of water the cutties would sit in.  Everybody caught a ton of fish both days, and a single bobber was thrown.  We underestimated our float distance, and ended up pushing out for the last 2 hours of our float, and made it back to Twin in one piece that night.
Twinsies!  Cutties like this all day long.
The day after we got to Twin a lot of our guests started showing up, and the two days leading up to the wedding consisted of a lot of good food, good drinks, and good friends/family.  Our rehearsal dinner at The Old Hotel was top notch (as every other meal is there, check em out, more to come in the future about them), and capped off a day of work preparing the reception hall.


Ke'lah and I were very fortunate to be the first couple married at the Gainey Ranch, which sits atop the Big Hole near Glen, MT, and has a beautiful church that overlooks the river and the mountains.  The wedding day weather was perfect fishing weather, and my groomsmen along with Jmills953 and Chou capitalized on the church's location along the river prior to the ceremony.  Millsy even tied into grayling down there which is very unusual.
Waiting for the new Mr. and Mrs. Willauer!
The ceremony went off without a hitch, and then the party began.  I can't begin to describe the amount of fun we had, but it was a great party with our closest friends and family.  All of the planning and preparation payed off in a big way, and we had an unbelievable time.  We have now been married almost three weeks, and looking forward to the future!
Couldn't be happier!