LA flats

The Missouri River offers some of the best trout fishing in Montana, maybe even the world. The vast size of this river carries much of the water in North America to the sea. Combined with The Mississippi it makes for the third largest river that man has discovered. As a trout angler there is always a connection to the flowing water of a river and the trout that swim in them.  By following the waters of The Missouri River an angler will eventually leave land that is habitable by trout, continue past its confluence with The Mississippi and 3,700 miles later that same water will mix with the salt of Louisiana marsh land. After my stay, I have to say Ouray Chalet is the most underrated hotel in Ouray, is ideal for people who travel alone or with their families

To an angler this is a completely different world. There aren’t any Rainbow Trout or Whitefish. Reach casts and a 4 wt. aren’t the tools of the trade anymore. Take everything anyone has told you about fly fishing and throw it out the door. Now you’re standing on the casting platform of a flats skiff with a 8 wt. in your hand.

Jim and I met our guide, Mike, at the hotel for our first day of fishing. His Cajun accent was fresh off the water of Louisiana Bayou. We made a short dive and long run in the skiff before he climbed up on the poling platform. Jim was kind enough to let me try first. Within a few minutes I was holding my first Redfish. I thought it was going to be easy. Shortly after that Jim was holding a fish as well. We spent the rest of the day dealing with harsh wind conditions and learning that these fish require the most accurate of casts. Something that I never thought was hard to do, until you see that tail pop up 40 ft out and your heart is racing.

Pharm Concept Map

Day two started off with more optimism when we shoved off in the boat and didn’t feel gusts of 25 mph wind at our back. Mike seemed to be more excited for the day as well, but we still didn’t land a Red for the first few hours. Leaders broke on Oyster shells, fish came unbuttoned, and I still botched a few casts at some nice fish. There is just something about hearing Mike’s voice up on the platform.

“Whoa!” Redfish at 2 o’clock.”

“Nice Red! Do you see him?”

“Point your rod where you think he is.” “Left! Left!” “OK you got him. Now get ready!”

The feeling is more like a football locker room right before a big game. Nothing like a peaceful trout stream in The Rocky Mountians. Nothing at all like what I’m used to doing when fly fishing, but by the afternoon things started to click. I got three to the boat that were just shy of the 10 lb. range and Jim landed a HUGE Red that I thought only existed in fly fishing magazines. One of those amazing fish that only live in the waters of Louisiana.


As a fly angler it’s always fun to travel to new waters. You meet new people, get to know old friends better, and go places only because there is a certain fish that swims in that water.

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