Well it’s been along while since I have had a chance to do any fishin’, what with my recent medical issues and then returning to work after a six week absence. And the fact that I am not allowed to drive till mid August, has kept me away from the rivers…the last few weeks have been somewhat stressful…it would seem, for some folks in the parish, that a pastor with an affliction is not desirable, or effective…so my last Sunday here in the ruby valley will be the 29th of June, ….enough of that though.
Last week a very dear friend(Ben)and his wife made the drive from Helena(100+ miles) just to get me out on the river. We fished the Beaverhead near Twin and had a great day… there were Mother's Day caddis, BWO’s and some Olive stone flies coming off and the fishes were looking up and the takes were very aggressive. The Sweetgrass ‘boo got a good work out…. It was really nice to focus on the cast and the take. It was even nice to have the breeze(wind) blowing the cobwebs out of the old brain pan.
On Sunday it would be announced, during the services, that I would be leaving and while my detractors tried to make it look as though it was my decision, most of the folks knew the score….
Early Monday afternoon, would find me doing a funeral, for one of my parishioner’s (Tony) brother. When I got home my buddy from Butte was waiting for me and once again I was headed to the river…it was cloudy and drizzly and once again the fishes were active and hungry. We fished for about two hours and fishes were caught and missed…but it was a great cleansing time for this old boy….
Tuesday would bring more bad news Tony’s Son died unexpectedly Monday night…so once again it was into the breech… we worked out a small family service for Saturday afternoon..
My buddy from Butte showed up again on Thursday afternoon and announced we were headed to the river again….it was sunny with a few scattered clouds and the Barometric pressure was dropping like a lead balloon.. By this time I was feeling a little whooped, but the sight of risers in the foam line was enough to get a good adrenalin surge going… and we fished steadily for 3 hours, fishes were caught and missed on size 18 Adams, size 16 ECH, Size 6 CFO ant and size 8 chubby chernobles… and once again the ‘boo got a good work out…Finally, I spent about ½ hour just sittin’ on the bank basking in the moment, watching a pod of fishes feasting on a BWO and Mother’s day caddis buffet. And all was right with the world..
Both Ben and Paul helped me to see the positive aspects of my current situation, which I was aware of, but my grief was masking. I will be taking a year’s leave of absence from the pulpit. I’m leaving the Ruby Valley, and the rivers of SW Montana to go live with my wife and family in Jackson Wyoming (for the first time in 9 years) and, as Ben pointed out I will have the Snake river (in the park), the south fork, the Teton river, the Hoback river, the Grays river, and the Henrys fork all with an hours drive….and I will be spending time with my Grandson….and Ben asked “how is this Bad?” I will miss this valley and the folks I have come to love, but now I'm focused on the move….. Oh yeah, as I said, the 29 of June is my last Sunday in the pulpit, after the service in Twin Bridges (service starts at 11am) there is a BBQ party planned, soooo if your in the neighborhood stop in and join the festivities…
My apologies for the lack of photos… these are the only ones I had time for..
Paul on the Beaverhead
just another day in Paradise
Mz Ashley’s thought for the day
Sometimes it’s just about rollin’ in the Grass….
Grace and peace
Ben and Mz Ashley
~ Robert Frost ~