Jack Reis, Will Kurtz, and myself all assembled for a common goal-to take advantage of the low traffic season on the Reef while getting into some pre spawn rainbows. No weather forecaster was going to snow on our parade so Friday after work we had the boat in tow heading north. At the moment we didn't know that was going to be the last time any of us would have feeling in our fingers but even in hindsight I don't think we would have changed a thing.
To the non-angler, Wyoming might simply seem like 98,000 square miles of rolling grassland leading to a ski metropolis named after Michael Jackson’s Hole but instead it is quite the opposite. Our countries least populous state boasts river’s accessible by a boat and much to the dismay of my fellow Colorado “greenies"; the fight of Wyoming fish make Colorado fish seem like malnourished stuffed animals. I was once told to never turn down a trip to the Reef-truer words haven’t been spoken. Regardless of the season or weather forecast, if you can make the trip, do yourself a favor and go.